An apple a day...

Winter reminds me of exams.  This was usually the time when we would make short notes of our class notes and  read our text books over and over again in an attempt to brand the information onto our brains.  Our mothers took turns sustaining our brain activity with appropriate provisions. Another thing about winter that shoves me into the rabbit hole of nostalgic college memories is apple cinnamon green tea.  I made thermos-fulls and sipped on it all day while memorizing the mode of action of drugs and classification of microorganisms.  The fragrance also reminds me of Christmas time from when I was in New York, and that's a whole other level of nostalgia.  This winter I haven't had a chance to make apple cinnamon green tea... not yet at least.  I've been experimenting with other forms in which one can enjoy the same flavors.  I made apple pie a few weeks back, which (not to contradict what I said about Pakistani fruits in the previous post) didn't turn out tart enough for my taste since I couldn't find any authentic granny smith or bramley apples.  Today I tried to translate those flavors into what I do best - cupcakes.  This was a much better experiment...

The only ammendment I'd make in these is that I would upsize the apple filling next time.  If I only had a huge mug of that green tea to go with these maybe I'd start recovering from this encore flu act. Yes, the tiny ugly germs have made me sick for a second time this season. Ugh, I can't afford to be sick, not again, because  like Dexter (not the scary one) puts it, "You fool! Mothers do not get sick; they take care of the sickly!"  :P