Last night, I got home from the gym/hockey trip at just gone 9pm. The FH had been muttering about a crumble for his supper all day, but had not fetched the cooked fruit from the freezer, despite me "reminding" him three times. [He knows in which part of the depths of the freezer he has stashed the fruit, I don't! He has to be responsible for some things around here, after all ;)]
When I got home, though, a tub of apples was out on the side and was about 80% defrosted, so I was able to tip it into a pyrex dish, quickly sprinkle a little sugar over it, and then go to the fridge and get a tub of leftover crumble topping [from about two weeks ago] and cover the top with that. 20 minutes in the mini-oven and he had the crumble for his supper that he had been wanting. [So simple - he could have done it himself!]
And my point? Well, I secretly find all the preparations for making a crumble quite a faff. I know that it is the work of just a minute or two, but I dread it! Having the tub of topping in the fridge was a revelation, and I have decided to invest in future crumbles, by making the stuff in bulk occasionally and having it ready to go! We have so much fruit like this in the freezer that the FH could easily eat a crumble every week, so it is no ill store. He will be happy, and I won't dread it in quite the same way.....
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