Gorgeous! To date, one of the most beautiful dishes I've created and honestly one of the easiest. Like most people, I thought this would be impossible to make. I couldn't wrap my head around the seeming complexity of it. I first saw these beauties on FB and Pinterest months ago, at the beginning of my H&W journey. I figured I would make them for apple picking season; it would give me enough time to build up the confidence to tackle such an impressive dessert. It turned out so easy to make that I was almost disappointed!

For those of you who follow me on FB, you know that this is Apple week. My challenge is to create at least 5 different apple recipes in an effort to use up all the apples I have from our recent trips to the local apple orchards. Follow me this week while I tantalize your taste buds with awesome AND easy recipes.

Let me start by saying that my hubby is my biggest fan; God bless him. That said he wasn't sure I should post this recipe; more specifically the pictures. Yes, it's not as pretty or perfect ''looking'' as most of my creations but it was THE most perfect dessert because I made it with enough love to last for all eternity. A bit sappy but true...

So there you have it. I'm back but I plan to chillax a bit. The kids are back in school and it's a big year for both of them. Mama is still tired and not superwoman, much to her chagrine. So here is the plan....there are 16 weeks left until we celebrate 1 year at H&W. That means 16 new amazing blog posts with maybe an extra one here and there...no pressure! We are going to finish the year off in style....wooohooo! Eva is back!

I have a thing for rhubarb. Some of my earliest memories are playing in the field behind my grand-maman's house in the country with my cousin Martin or running for dear life in those same fields trying to escape from being  ripped to shreds by my aunt's crazy dog Chico. Country life...aside from being terrorized by my aunt's psychotic dog, I loved lying on the grass under the massive wheeping willows and watching the clouds float by, gingerly picking gooseberries whilst trying to avoid their lethally sharp thorns and admiring the mounds of rhubarb that my aunts would get together for and make into pies and jams.

It has been a bountiful summer of fresh fruits and vegetables. I have taken full advantage of the treasures my local farmer's market has toiled, sown, reaped and proudly displayed for us to anxiously purchase and enjoy. I'd say I visit the market at least 3 times a week if not more, picking up the freshest of berries and the crispiest of lettuce. It's been AWESOME! First there were the strawberries, then the raspberries, the gooseberries and the red currents, the peaches (I need to make a cobbler with this week) and the blueberries. OH THE BLUEBERRIES!!!! My favorite of all the divine little fruit! I spoiled myself this summer, I bought myself a large basket of blueberries (6-8 cups) and ate most of it in one go. Then I bought another massive basket, half of which I froze, a quarter of which I made muffins with and the last quarter I greedily stuffed my face with like a little child. My third and last basket, alas the blueberry season was brief, I showed a modicum of restraint and froze 90% of the blueberries and rewarded myself with the rest.

I don't know why I thought these would be hard to make. I've always been mesmerized by these little treats. I love their name, I love their shape and now I love how easy they are to make. I picked up this gorgeous mold at Winners a couple of weeks ago. It was like I'd won a prize...I've been giddy with anticipation ever since. I was planning on making them midweek but things don't always go as we plan.

Growing up, I spent a lot of time in the country with my grandmother and my tante Fleurette. Family, good food and fields to play in. One thing I enjoyed about staying with grand-maman were her gooseberry and red currant bushes. The red currants were pretty and tart and the gooseberries were sweeter the darker they got. The gooseberries were my favorite eventhough they were tricky to pick; those thorns were just wicked sharp but the reward was heavenly.