The lonely old apple tree in our back garden bore three apples this year. Three apples edible for human consumption. The rest were food for magpies, blackbirds, finches and all manner of feathered foragers.
What do I do with three slightly tangy home-grown apples? That was the question. It was a toss up between an apple crumble and apple muffins. Given that I have a muffin monster in the house, the poor crumble did not stand a chance.