Hot Toffee Apple

When I was little, my parents would spontaneously drag me to the apple orchard after mass because mass was apparently not torturous enough for a little kid, and believe me – mass was like being consumed by a Sarlacc only screaming was frowned upon and you had to wear fluffy dresses with patent leather mary jane shoes for the occasion.

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Riding in the back seat of the car that smelled of leather lotion, sweat, and Old Spice, I was willing to die from the motion sickness alone. Add the nauseating back roads of Tennessee and my father’s inability to control his feet while on the pedals (one foot on the gas and one foot on the brake), I knew what hell felt like, and I am convinced that if I ever go to hell, it will be in the back of an old Lincoln Town Car that drives like a boat through the Smoky Mountains of the Tennessee Valley.

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After roughly 8 hours of driving to the orchard, my appetite was well and truly gone. Once inside and walking into what should have been the beautiful aromas of apples and bakery, I would curl into a fetal position and pray for death, but Death was an asshole and never obliged.

Eventually the experience of morning sickness would wear off over the next 4 hours or so my parents would spend picking through apple varieties and various pastries, and after heaving 200lbs of fresh apples and 40 boxes of pastries into the trunk, the torturous 20 hour return journey back home would begin.

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Once safely home and secure in my room, my appetite would come back, and I could finally eat breakfast after flushing my nostrils with baby shampoo and Mr. Bubbles. When I asked my mom for something, she’d always say, “Well, Hanna, we have lots of apples – why don’t you have one?”

It’s taken me a while to enjoy apple cider, so in memory of those ill-planned excursions to the country, I decided to make a hot toffee apple cider this morning.

Recipe:

For 1 cup of hot apple cider, add 1 oz black strap rum, 1 oz crème de cacao, 1 oz amaretto, and 1 oz butterscotch schnapps.


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