For me, it's not fall until I've gone apple picking. There's nothing like riding on the back of a tractor wagon and "taste-testing" all of the apples before deeming the row suitable to grace your plastic bag with its fruit.
But when I get home, I've got way more apples than I know what to do with. Do I bake a dozen pies? Do I make applesauce? Do I live on nothing but apples for the next week and a half? Well, one thing I could do is...
Yep, that oughta do it for at least half the batch. I mean, who could stop at just one of these? All that buttery goodness baked into a sweet, fresh apple? Yum!