Confessions of a 2nd grade life coach

Tried this recipe today, discovered by my Mom from Southern Living magazine (so you KNOW it's going to be good-and it was). It's like a personal apple pie. Need I say more? We ate it with vanilla ice cream and caramel drizzled over. PERFECTO!


  • 1 1/2 cups sugar
  • 2 cups water
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground cinnamon, divided
  • 1/2 teaspoon ground nutmeg, divided
  • 1/4 cup butter or margarine
  • 2/3 cup sugar
  • 2 (15-ounce) packages refrigerated piecrusts
  • 8 medium Braeburn apples, peeled and cored*
  • 3 tablespoons butter or margarine, cut up
  • Vanilla ice cream (optional)


Bring 1 1/2 cups sugar, 2 cups water, 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon, and 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg to a boil in a saucepan over medium-high heat, stirring constantly; reduce heat, and simmer, stirring occasionally, 10 minutes. Remove from heat, and stir in 1/4 cup butter. Set syrup aside.

Combine 2/3 cup sugar, remaining 1/4 teaspoon cinnamon, and remaining 1/4 teaspoon nutmeg.

Cut piecrusts in half, and roll into 8-inch circles. Place 1 apple in center of each circle. Sprinkle each evenly with sugar mixture; dot evenly with 3 tablespoons butter.

Fold dough over apples, pinching to seal. Place in a lightly greased 13- x 9-inch baking dish. Drizzle with syrup.

Bake at 375° for 40 to 45 minutes. Serve with vanilla ice cream, if desired.

"Serve with vanilla ice cream, if desired." ...If desired? ...IF DESIRED?! Like I said, we had it with vanilla ice cream.

It was inspired by the weekly poem in second grade: Thanksgiving's coming! I jokingly told them if they bring me a pie tomorrow I'll give them 25 tickets (what they use to buy prizes)...I think I seriously might get some pie tomorrow. In that case, you're welcome James :-)

Second grade was particularly exhausting today. Gross story? This little boy who is particularly outgoing coughs today, then proceeds to exclaim while rising from his seat, "Mrs. Houlin! Come LOOK at this! It just came out of my MOUTH!" ......now what would you be thinking in this very moment? Besides maybe preparing to run to the nearest trashcan to vomit. There on his desk, right next to his math paper is a whitish-yellow clump of throat booger. And the worst part? He was so proud/perplexed about the whole thing. I just asked him to quickly get a tissue to clean it up and proceeded to Lysol his whole table group. *shudder.

Another day, another dollar. It is for this reason, I don't consider myself a teacher...from now on my official today is: Mrs. Houlin, 2nd grade life coach. I teach a LOT more than addition, punctuation, and how to walk in a straight line. The list goes on, but it starts with manners: don't fart in a large crowd (my class hasn't quite learned this yet), don't pick your nose and DON'T eat what comes out of your nose, say please and thank you, etc. Then there are things life self-respect, trying to help them understand that the stupid adults in their life can act more like children than they do and that they shouldn't repeat the "bad" words they sometimes hear their parents say, that somebody DOES care about them and that they CAN do anything they want to do. Okay, okay I'll stop. But it's true. I am part teacher, part mother, part psychologist, part doctor, and because of all this-I'm also partly crazy. :-)

Another day, another dollar.

1 comment:

  1. Words to live by. "Don't fart in a large crowd." Hahah! I want a bumper sticker Whitney.

    Yum! to the personal apple pie, and sick! to the throat booger.


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