Rush called the fool "a very simple and delicious dessert which is perfect for fall and requires no thought whatsoever except when you are finding the apricots." A comments on the post recommended a source for the apricots, directly across the street from my apartment, so one might have expected the thing to be dead easy. I'm sure it was, for Rush. (And generally. A "fool" is customarily simple.) The problem is that my standards for simple cooking are so embarrassingly stringent. In my kitchen, a recipe stops being simple after it starts talking about whipping cream.
It's not that it's such a hassle to find a pareve replacement for whipped cream. (It is, but I got lucky when I found the Healthy Top.) I had been considering an experiment with cooking down coconut milk, and I'm glad I didn't have to. We just had to chill the bowl and beaters, pre-chill the stuff, measure the stuff out of the carton, and take the electric mixer to it. That's pretty much what I used to do to whip cream.
It reminds me of how Papersky and Redbird make cakelings they think of as ridiculously simple, and that recipe isn't simple for me either. In that case, it's the need to chop the apples and melt the butter that makes it hard. (I have a microwave, so melting butter isn't even all that hard. Just not simple enough to put it on my list of easy desserts.) I recognize the intrinsic simplicity of crockpots, broilers, and large stockpots even though I myself can't handle them. But the complexity problems feel different.
(Is this just me?)
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