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How do you like them apples?


Henry and I headed out to the apple orchard last Friday for some fruit picking. I didn't have high hopes. Last year when Tim took him in October, the trees had fallen victim to a fungus or some blight that left the apples small, speckled, and not at all appetizing to look at. However, this year the trees practically burst with color and sweet fruity goodness.

So much so, we got carried away with the Honeycrisps and the Song of Septembers. $35 later, I'm thinking ... who the hell can eat $35 worth of apples?! I mean, there's only so much you can do. Especially when one person is sincerely trying to lose weight and yet has a passion for homemade apple pie and ice cream.

We've given some away to friends. We've eaten our fair share right off the core. I did make a lovely little caramel apple tart, recipe courtesy Weight Watchers.

But the proudest I've been in my effort to slice through the 101 ways to eat a piece of fruit happened tonight. I created a heart-healthy, lowfat, reasonably point'ed dish that even impressed my skeptical hubby. Here it is...

I will call it:

Apple Chicken Slaw
Serves 1
WW Points: 6

1/4 bag broccoli slaw
1/2 c. white meat canned chicken
1 small apple, coarsely chopped
2 Tbsp. blue cheese crumbles
2 Tbsp. Newman's Own Lowfat Balsamic Vinaigrette

Mix ingredients and toss with the vinaigrette. Voila.

Tim added chopped walnuts and a bit more blue cheese to his.

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