Don't we?
The family I'm referring to are the Luffs. I spent countless summers at their camp in NorCal, Lassen Pines. To a fat little girl, it was paradise. The trees, fresh air and mountain scenery were always just what I needed. Not to mention The Blob (Google it), the cute older boy counselors, the go-carts, and last but not least, the buffet.
I truly love this family, which (respectively) consists of Gordon and Dotti (the hip and cool grandparents), their son and my dad's friend, Scott, his amazing wife, Inger, and their daughters (from left), Anna, Shae and Lindsay. I do have to take this moment and beg for Inger's forgiveness for stealing this recipe from her amazing blog. She claims it's Dotti's recipe, which I don't doubt, because Dotti is pretty fabulous herself. One summer when I was about 12 years old, she bought me a small container of perfume, and I thought I was the sexiest and best-smelling 6th grader in the state.
Turns out I wasn't.
I also have to take a minute and thank my equally-fabulous mother, who I "employ" to help me with my blog. Being a working lady herself, she gets how hard it can be to keep this blog updated, so she occasionally cooks a dish and sends me a recipe and a picture. The poor woman doesn't exactly enjoy doing this for me, but the moment I threaten to close up my womb and withhold grandchildren, she turns into Betty Crocker.
What a trooper.
Ingredients:
I truly love this family, which (respectively) consists of Gordon and Dotti (the hip and cool grandparents), their son and my dad's friend, Scott, his amazing wife, Inger, and their daughters (from left), Anna, Shae and Lindsay. I do have to take this moment and beg for Inger's forgiveness for stealing this recipe from her amazing blog. She claims it's Dotti's recipe, which I don't doubt, because Dotti is pretty fabulous herself. One summer when I was about 12 years old, she bought me a small container of perfume, and I thought I was the sexiest and best-smelling 6th grader in the state.
Turns out I wasn't.
I also have to take a minute and thank my equally-fabulous mother, who I "employ" to help me with my blog. Being a working lady herself, she gets how hard it can be to keep this blog updated, so she occasionally cooks a dish and sends me a recipe and a picture. The poor woman doesn't exactly enjoy doing this for me, but the moment I threaten to close up my womb and withhold grandchildren, she turns into Betty Crocker.
What a trooper.
Ingredients:
- 2 Large Granny Smith apples, peeled and cored
- 2 (10 ounce) cans of refrigerated crescent roll dough
- 1/2 cup butter
- 1 cup white suga
- 1 tsp ground cinnamon
- 1 (12 fluid ounce) can or bottle of Mountain Dew
- 1 tsp vanilla
- Preheat the oven to 350 F.
- Grease a 13x9 inch baking pan.
- Cut each apple into 8 wedges and set aside.
- Separate the crescent roll dough into triangles.
- Roll each apple wedge in crescent roll starting at the smallest end.
- Pinch to seal and place in the baking dish.
- Melt butter in a small saucepan and stir in the sugar, cinnamon and vanilla, then pour over the dumplings.
- Pour the can of Mountain Dew over the dumplings and bake for 35-45 minutes until golden brown.
- Before serving, spoon some of the "sauce" from the pan over each dumpling. Serve with whipped cream or vanilla ice cream.
Love and dumplings,
Rachael