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January 20, 2009

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Picking the Bramley apples from the tree in the garden, then going to pick blackberries from the nearby hedgerows. Mmm crumble basically the best thing known to man, after boysenberries and mangos. I ate the whole pot in one sitting and didn't care about the sugar!!! I love it how the juice from the blackberries ooze out and make the edge of the crumble all sticky.

Making my first gooseberry crumble in cookery class. It tasted goooooooooooood!!!

Apple Crumble, home made by my nan with the apples from her tree at the bottom of the garden that me and my brother used to duck in and around while playing tag :)

It's amazing what good old fashioned memories that crumble still evokes from me :)

Definately my most memorable crumble memory (and there have been many) happened over 15years ago when I was 4 or 5 but has become a family classic. I was happily tucking in to a yummy bowl of my aunties homemade healthy oats, apple and blackberry (from the greenhouse) crumble (hold the cream and the custard). Suddenly my annoying brother, 3 years my senior, decided it would be hilarious to torment me by taking my bowl and holding it high above his head. I was ofcourse very sad that someone had dared to part me from my beloved scrummy crumble so apparently grabbed a fork (who knows where from) and plunged it into his head. Luckily he found it funny and after my histerical aunty had rushed us to the hospital to have the cutlery implement removed I was allowed to enjoy my crumble in peace and funnily enough my brothers never tried to part my from a fruity baked treat since.

Crumble after a roast is just perfection in a bowl! But my best personal crumble moment was when my sister attempted to make custard at the tender age of 10 to accompany my mums homemade rhubarb crumble. After a rather worrying amount of time in the kitchen (my sis and dad where attempting the making of the custard together)out came the crumble, all golden with pink juices around the edged with those amazingly yummy slightly hardened crispy bits, yum! Next came the long awaiting custard.......it landed in the jug on the table with a spoon sticking vertically out of the centre! It was, what can only be described, as Custard concrete! Needless to say the crumble was happily consumed on its own. ‘A’ for effort though;o)

I made crumble for the first time this year with my friend Loop. We chopped the apples roughly, layered them up, added lashings of brown sugar, busied ourselves with the crumble making, topped it off, whacked it in the oven and had a glass of cider while waiting for it to cook.

With anticipation we served it up into bowls and there, staring back at me from my bowl was a glassy-eyed, very dead caterpillar.
*sniff

The most memorable incident with a crumble is when I made a giant one for a meal with my friends, then a teeny little one with gluten free stuff for my coeliac friend. Then we had a fondue. Because meals are much better when you have one savoury course and two deserts.

I am pretty hopeless with fruit salad though, the only time I made it in home ec, I burnt the sugar syrup which made all of the fruit taste burnt. I'm still secretly proud of this "accomplishment".

my first apple crumble was made in school when i was 11. I was so proud of my crumble i wanted to take it home to show my mum. I packed it all neatly in my bag finished the school day then headed home - only to find the crumble had flipped over, spilled out of the tub and was sitting in the bottom of my bag along with my homework for the day! gutted! Homework crumble - mmmm!

home made apple crumble, made with apples from out own tree, but wait for it, we took it up to the lake district, and warmed it up next to the lakes on a winters day, all snug in a old split screen vw camper, yummy and cosey,

My mum used to cook all sorts of fruit pies... except that she had one of those pottery birds that would sit in the middle of it and let out the air so the pastry at the bottom would stay crisp. Anway, one of my very early memories was looking at this thing in the oven and getting really upset that my mum was cooking birds for tea. Bloody minded child that I was, I wouldn't eat it even after she showed me that it wasn't real! (too much "sing a song of six pence", i think!)
Apple pie with a nice chunk of cheese was my fav though....minus the bird!

my best memory of crumble is on my honeymoon, we stayed in a hotel that wasn't well known for its dinners, desserts were exceptionally good though so we just ordered puddings, lots of them to all come at once, apple crumble, hot raspberries, ice cream, lemon meringue, banoffee pie, they were all good, we finished the lot!

My son’s first home economics experience was making an apple crumble. Unfortunately he got a little confused and put the apples on top and the crumble at the bottom. It may not have looked too good, but tasted divine – a Jamie Oliver in the making!

Meeting my great uncle for the first time at the age of 36 and picking apples in his garden, then strolling round the countryside picking numerous different berries. Back into his warm welcoming kitchen, together making the crumble will catching up on all the years we hadn't known each other. Needless to say the crumble was delicious!! I think the secret is picking your own fruit and berries and making it with love!! Yummy!

Making the first Blackberry and Apple crumble of the season with hand picked blackberries from a country lane near where I live! Can't beat it!

Nothing can beat the joy of walking in the woods & stumbling upon your own secret supply of fresh berries. Last Summer I moved to the country from the city & was overjoyed to find that not only did were the apple trees in our village producing sweet succulent fruit, but that there is a secret stash of blackberrys in the woods adjacent to our house. last September I made the best crumble ever, combining both fruits with vanilla pods & cinammon, topped with a granola crust!

I've made many many crumbles in my time! Peach crumble is a good one! But I recently holidayed in Paris, and it was so so cold, we spent the days sightseeing and dipping into cafe's and patissieres to keep warm inbetween. It was minus 11 and icy and snowing! I have never drank so much tea/coffee and eaten so many deserts in a week as I did in Paris! It was a good excuse to buy food cause it was so cold! Anyway, I had the biggest portion of Peach & Apple Crumble with a huge dollop of hot custard all for just 2 Euros and it warmed me up such a treat! It tasted soooo good and wasn't too sour like you sometimes get when you bite into the fruit in a crumble! Also the ratio of crumble to fruit was like 50/50! I hate it when there isn't enough crumble! Mmmm Scrummy! x

I made apple and blackberrry pie for the first time last summer. I'd recently move out of the london hustle and bustle to a countryside town and me and my partner (in a bid to embrace the summer) had invested in bikes. On our very first bike ride we were delighted to find some gorgeous cycle paths through rolling fields and next to the river. Bramble bushes lined these paths heaving with fruit. We picked as much as we could and on our return home made apple and blackberry pie with custard. It has to be the best pie i had ever tasted. Sitting in the garden (finally we have a garden!) enjoying pie. That was my best summer moment of 2008!

I remember going to pick blackberries from the hedgerow for a crumble as a child. We 'test drove' a few along the way to make sure they tasted okay (as you do). By the time we got home we'd eaten them all and had to go out for more the next day - oops!

I remember the first time I made crumble for my husband. I am not the worlds best cook, so was astonished by how lovely the crumble and fruit tasted and by how easy it was to make. There is something very satisfying about picking the fruit to make the pudding - much better than going to a shop!

Backpacking, broke and a long way from the tastes of home had a wonderful "stone soup" moment in the kitchen of a cheap and cheerful hostel.

I had some apples, my friend's food bag was empty save a few cupfuls of flour. The English chap who had just arrived parted with his bag of sugar, while a curious Kiwi offered up a pack of butter - if only to find out what the hell was going on.

Individually, we had nothing - together, we sat round the kitchen table and had crumble and conversation.

Taking my 3yr old daughter blackberry picking for the first time. Getting very messy and then having my first attempt at jam making. Also my Mums ability to make crumble out of any fruit hanging round or from the garden - the same skill where all Nans seem able to produce a roast meal in half an hour (or at least that how it seemed as a kid).

My children's faces the first time they made their own crumble, after having first picked their own blackberries and apples. They were so proud of themselves, that they could make something so delicious.

Cream or custard?? - that's the ongoing family debate though.

The first crumble I ever made is my most memorable. Rhubarb and strawberry from the local PYO with a bit of ginger for extra bite. Pretty good, even though I say so myself. And I make my own crumble, unlike my sister who buys the topping ready made. Mmmmm, can't stop thinking about crumble and custard now!

My mum was on a health kick or most of the 80's, which meant my brother and I endured plum and greengage crumble with the bare minimum of sugar involved. To this day, my "crumble face" (essentially a sour grimace) brings the house down on family occassions. my wife is trying to rehabilitate me into all things hot fruit, and the prospect of using our own crops might go some way to healing my mental scars...

When I was about 10, my Mum took me blackberry picking. As blackberry crumble was a major favourite of mine, I was very excited and overzealously started picking. My mouthwatering at the prospect of the lovely crumble we were going to make with our fresh produce, I suddenly reached out for a particularly tasty looking berry and fell face first into the brambles, landing in such a way that I was stuck. Scratched, shocked and scared, my Mum managed to free me from my prickly opressor and we went home. I refused to eat the blackberries, so we made a nice comforting apple crumble instead - the apple trees in the garden offering fewer dangers to a young fruit picker!

There's a field near work which is used to graze horses and is surrounded by wild brambles. Seeing all the fruit go to waste I picked a huge bowlful and made apple and blackberry crumble.

I served it proudly to my hubby, who looked at me as if I were mad before poking the fruit around with his spoon. Eventually he covered it in custard and tried it. The smile on his face said it all. It wasn't until he'd finished a second helping that he explained his mum used to make blackberry pies/crumbles which were soaking wet and he absolutely hated.

Properly grown organic or wild fruit tastes so much better and here was the perfect demonstration. I can't wait for next year to make him bramble jelly as well!

I left a rhubarb (is rhubarb a fruit or vegetable?) crumble in the aga over night by mistake. By breakfast the next morning it had turned into a smoking lump of coal that had magically become one with the tray it was on.

Once, when I was a new and lowly prep chef in a fairly busy and popular grastropub, I made a giant batch of rhubarb crumble for the Sunday pudding and completely forgot to put the sugar in.

Thankfully, when the head chef tasted it before we added it to the menu and once he'd finished pulling a face like a cat's bottom, he thankfully didn't fire me and I remade it in time and it went down swimmingly.

However, for the rest of my time there, it was a constant in-joke to ask if I'd remembered to add the sugar, no matter what I made.

Surprising my friends with what they thought was a lemon meringue pie but was actually a pineapple meringue pie! Their faces were a scream as they bit into it expecting the rather tart flavour of lemons but instead finding a totally different flavour - priceless!

I made a MEAN apricot crumble for some friends in December. It was the first crumble wot I evah did make, and it was brilliant! And sooo easy.

But it prompted some heated, heated debate upon serving; custard, cream or ice-cream as a side?

Custard was a clear winner, but only after some under-the-table kicking of various partners.

Also the crumble with honey my mum used to make, which we called the Bumble Crumble.

Last autumn, making the first crumble using bramley apples from our allotment, and blackberries from the hedgerows. Seeing my daughter's face (and hands) purple with berry juiceas we (I) plucked them.

Loved it so much I finished it off for breakfast with natural yoghurt.

My daughter now thinks that's how it should be eaten, and I can't get her to have it as a dessert!

Looking forward to this summer and making the first rhubarb crumble with our own fruit.

Being American, we're quite keen on our fruit pies year-round. We love to bake and we love to give baked goods. I grew up with wonderful smells trailing down the stairs to my room while my mother was baking. Nonetheless, I had never grown my own produce until moving to Britain and starting my own garden in the first year of my marriage. While growing my own pumpkins and making delicious pumpkin pie throughout the winter for all my British friends is delightful, perhaps the most rewarding and kind memory is of my friend Tim visiting us from the United States. Tim loves to walk around in bare feet and he was running through the garden with our new puppy when he saw all the hidden blackberries and raspberries growing in the corner. He immediately began picking them and eating them on the spot. Then he wanted a container. In his bare feet, despite the brambles, he happily stood out in the corner of the garden patiently picking blackberries and raspberries until he could find no more. Later, we went out onto the trails behind our house and picked wild blackberries. That night I made three pies-one mixture with brown sugar, cinnamon, and nutmeg; one blackberry with brown sugar and spices; and one raspberry/almond. It is so funny to think that Tim was visiting the country and it would seem cultural events would be the best memories from that trip, but really, the best memory of all is picking the fruit and making pies for an old friend who crossed an ocean just to spend time with us.

Has to be the rhubarb and ginger crumble I made a few weeks ago from fruit that had spent several months soaking in vodka as I was making rhubarb schnapps with it.
Very different and very yummy, hic!!!!

There's nowhere near enough rhubarb crumble in the world; i could eat rhubarb crumble every day for the rest of my life. But the earliest crumble memories were apple crumble from my parents apple trees when I was teeny. We'd spend a whole afternoon peeling, chopping and freezing apples - half the batch would have sugar and half wouldn't - and the labels would be lost in the freezer so sunday lunch afters was a russian roulette of how sour the spple crumble would be. Still delicious though.

Easy ... first apple crumble made with our own apples from our own tree. Simple, easy, and oh so very tasty!!

My very best pie memory
Came some time long ago.
Snow had faded, spring had sprung -
Summer began to go.

So off we went with baskets in hand,
The sun upon our face,
My grandma clinging tight to me
Until we reached the hallowed place...

The bushes full of blackberries,
Fresh and juicy and ripe.
We sang, we laughed, we ate a lot
And decided on the type

Of pie we'd cook when we got home -
Apple with blackberry -
And walked as fast as we could go
Full of joy and merry!

The baking dish was rather large
And full of lovely fruit -
Gorgeous berries, hand-picked apples
So proud of our loot!

We watched the pastry turn golden brown
Drooling through the door
Although we'd eaten so many berries
Still we wanted more!

The oven pinged, the pie was done
To the garden we proceeded;
Everyone looked, the smell sublime
The conversation receded

As my family looked from eye to eye
Wondering who'd go first
Nobody wanted to be the last
That piece was the worst -

So small and cool with no good bits
No ice-cream to go with it
My nan's pie was notorious
A piece you'd always fit -

No matter how much food you've eaten
There's always room for pie
And that's my happiest pie memory;
Picking, laughing and cooking - just her and I.

I remember when sharing a house with some friends that one of them brought home some blackberries from the hedges around the field where she kept a horse. We decided that making a crumble would be the best way of enjoying them but as I had no idea how to make one, I let her take the lead. It turned out pretty well to my surprise but the taste...oh dear. Never have I been so ill! Turns out they weren't the nicest berries and made the whole house sick!
I've stuck with apple pie ever since (my nanna's recipe) but would be lovely to take some fruit from my balcony to make it! Hopefully I'll be more successful at growing them than the berries from that field!!

Picking blackberries from the overgrown brambles around the old caravan in my nan and grandads new house. It was a lovely experience, all of us in our wellies, with a variety of different coloured plastic pots each, rummaging around the back of this caravan. To me back then, I was as excited as if I had been digging for gold and jewels :o)

Nothing can beat a home made crumble, made with fruit you have picked yourself, if possible that you have grown yourself too. Our family's recipe for the crumble bit is beautifully oaty, which adds an extra something to the crumble part of the equation, and we always add some spices too. MMM I am savouring the thought now ...

I spent 10 weeks in Fiji on my gap year, working on a research project for coral reef conservation. During time time we lived off canned sweatcorn, porridge, chicken luncheon meat and instant noodles. (it was all the project's budget could afford).
One day, we decided we needed a shake up. We got some canned peaches on one of our bi-monthly ration trips, and together with a load of sugar, baked them underneath a cinamonny/sugarry/oatty topping. Our oven was an oil drum suspended precariously over a fire, and fueled by driftwood from the beach.
The result, by western standards, was probably a crime to the fruit/pudding world, but after 8 weeks of nothing but reconstituted nastiness, our incinerated, smokey mess of a crumble was like a ray of light from above.
Then someone turned up with fresh pineapples........

my parents would take up to an orchard as kids. we'd pick all the apples we could carry and them make apple pies with dad.

Mum's damson crumble was the grand excuse to work out who you were going to marry... the stone pip pile on the side of your plate accompanied the 'tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man, beggar man, thief' rhyme. If you ended up with anything other than a 'rich man' it gave you a great excuse for seconds!

Apple and mincemeat (sweet) crumble with creamy custard is a great family favourite but if it comes straight from the oven to the table it is liable to be very hot. I had made this desert and had put it on the table and had told everyone to wait a short time for the crumble to'cool' slightly before eating it, my husband as usual, took no notice of this and as soon as his crumble and custard was placed in front of him proceeded to eat it, before the spoon had reached his mouth I warned him that the food was hot and to be careful, this too was ignored and the spoon with the hot crumble went into his mouth, followed by much huffing and puffing. It was a source of much amusement for all the family, to see him trying to cool and eventually swallow the crumble and uttering the words 'cor....that was a bit hot'!!!

My favourite fruit related moments are to do with my grandfather. He had a massive victoria plum tree in his garden and loads of fruit bushes all of which he harvested and created lovely jams and even fruit cordials. His raspberry cordial was truly delicious (until the time he tried it without sugar, that was awful, i didn't know my mouth could pucker that much). Anyway, most fruit related memories are home-made by my grandfather.

My son had one of his first cooking lessons at school and was due to make a crumble. He picked some blackberries and bought some apples. When he left in the morning I was being a mean mother with no confidence in her lovely child and thought that his school baking would probably be inedible, though I sent him off showering him in "I know you'll make something awesome"s. Well, I should have been punished by not being allowed to touch the delicacy my newly discovered master baker brought home with him! Not only did it look beautiful- he had added extra cinnamon and German Lebkuchen spice and his crumble was the best I have ever tasted! Glad his name isn't Bart... I might have had to "eat my shorts" instead! :)

What is about pie that catches me unawares when the Innocent email flashes through?

I am sitting here just filling the time before lunch (which was going to be very ordinary) when without hesitation, I sit back in my chair and remember being rescued by a berry pie.

I was very young and in Germany unable to feel comfortable amongst strangers. I wanted to relish the adventure but was needing help. My feet were heavy, my back ached from my bag and I was dispirited. My rescue came at a railway station at a particularly hungry and empty time of day.

At a cafe I pointed to a rectangular slice with golden mounds of crumble like sweetness covering oozing purple sauce and then another sandy layer of pastry underneath. The taste that filled my mouth is with me now. The berries were tart and succulent, the crumble crunched but yielded.

It was the most memorable food I have ever eaten. I survived and thrived!

The funniest crumble moment I can remember is being with some of my family and we all ordered dessert with my cousin ordering apple crumble with cream. He ate said crumbble and afterwards was asked how it was he said it was alright but the cream was a bit wierd, knowling the crumbles to be particularly good that this place we asked to taste what was left and soon discovered he had ate the whole thing covered in mayonaise! HA HA.

Once upon a time we planted some lovely new fruit trees in the garden - and we waited ever so patiently while they grew until last summer. We were looking forward to some spectacular home grown fruit to make scrumptious puddings galore (my mouth is watering just thinking about it!)... until one morning we discovered our naughty dogs had learned to climb trees - and had eaten the whole lot! Poor trees, poor us... poor puddings : (

My most memorable crumble must have been when I was about 7 and started with my Mum sending me out onto the craig by the house to pick bilberrys. I must have been out there in the sunshine for hours, and eventually went home very contented with a blue mouth and face, blue stains all over my clothes, and even squashed bilberrys in my hair. Mum saw the funny side of it, even though there was less then a cup full of bilberrys left! I was sent for a hot bath whilst Mum found some bilberrys in the freezer from the previous season. Even after gorging myself of bilberrys that afternoon, the crumble and custard still tasted wonderful.

First and best fruit pudding experience-
My Nan's home made apple pie... need I say more?

Going to my local Cricketfield park on a warm, sunny autumn day and picking the wild blackberries ready to make a delicious, warm, bubbling crumble to fill me up on those cold, winter nights - yummy, natural and healthy!

I love fruit pies and tend to make lots of little ones and freeze them. I only have a rabbit shaped cookie-cutter, so they all end up with little pastry rabbits on top with cloves stuck in as eyes. My friends call them my 'rabbit pies', which is slightly odd as I am vegetarian!

My most memorable moment was blackberrying with a friend, we'd walked along way from home along a quiet road. It was getting darker and darker and we were guided by the headlights of passing traffic. We'd spot the fruit in the fleeting burst of light and then pick them in the darkness. My friend is pretty strong and at one point lifted me up so I could reach the higher fruit, it was at this point that we became aware that we were opposite a little cottage and had drawn an audience as they watched us from their living room! The looks on their faces as they watched a girl lifting another girl up into the bushes! Eek.

My most memorable experience isn't as happy as everyone else's. At school we had the most terrible rhubarb crumble. We had to finish it and weren't allowed to leave the dining room until we had. As I hated the stuff and pretty much gagged on each mouthful, I would take a long time over pudding - I think my record must have been about 50 minutes - which meant I missed playtime after lunch and sometimes was still there when everyone was back in class. Eventually (a good two or three years into my schooling) my parents took pity and wrote to the school to tell them I shouldn't be served crumble. So I just got a bowl of lumpy overcooked custard... annoyingly this meant I also missed out on the nice crumbles too. At the other end of the scale, one of my friends was allergic to egg so just got dry crumble.

I still hate rhubarb. Please don't ever put it in a smoothie.

My most memorable fruit pie experience was when I had my first attempt to make apple pie in school cookery class. You should know I took cookery as a GCSE because I'm not a great cook and I decided it might be a useful skill to learn!
I followed the instructions and it seemed to be going well. However, when I took it out of the oven my apple pie became apple crumble as I'd obviously gone wrong somewhere with the pastry! It still tasted good though!

How can one pick the best of wonderful crumble-ness?
A rather brilliant crumble experience was winning a Crumble a Month for siz months at a Time & Talents Auction - crumble delivered to my door!
Also memorable was the time me & my boyfriend cooked Apple Crumble - nothing memorable in itself but the main course was fish and all my family heard the description as "Fish and Apple" Crumble. My eating habits are not that odd!
Crumble with Custard is something I do not eat often enough....

Best pie ever -

We bought our house a few years ago and have big plans for the garden. However so far we have one small apple tree. Last year it produced 4 whole apples! We thought how best to honour them and so made apple, walnut (from a tree in the viallage)and date crumble topped off with clotted cream. Perfection in a bowl. Hopefully this year we will get 8 apples and can have two crumbles!!

My best crumble was made with apples from my friends garden> I added dessicated coconut to the topping nice and crunchy. My son after eating said it was the best crumble he had ever had in his life. That made me really proud

My most memorable pie is the first one that my daughter made last week. She is only 9 and was so proud of it, making it taste even better.

My daughter loves cooking and I look forward to her next 'production' - (proud of you girl !!)

as a child we would always go on a 'fruit walk' around my parent's house and collect all the fruit from the places we walked by (a bit naughty!) and would bring them back to eat. I remember once we picked enough blackberries and apples to bake a pie and it was the crumbliest and juiciest pie i can remember, obviously topped with custard. And it's all about the last little bits of crumbs, fruit juices and custard all mixed together which you have to scrape up with the edge of your fork, just hoping that you can reach every contour of your bowl so you're not reduced to using fingers, which often does happen!

Coming from a family of pastry cooks - and that's just the men- I knew I couldn't match the texture or the taste of blackberry and apple, rhubarb or pumpkin pie but I could make crumble and even using gluten-free flour (which is not an option) I can still make a yummy crumble with fruit from the garden that the whole family can eat with delight and custard!

We took our Brownie Pack on pack holiday and I had put apple crumble onto the menu. I provided out cook with the ingredients and was somewhat surprised to find we had what looked like a very greasy pie. She had used all the flour and all the butter to make the crumbs (half a pound of each) and then put it in a cool oven.

The Brownies nevertheless polished off their "Tawny's Surprise" it was very popular at subsequent Pack Holidays!

I normally make mini Christmas cakes with my two children (4 & 7) a couple of days before the Big Day. But last year we decided to make our own mini apple pies instead. We put on our aprons, rolled up our sleeves, washed our hands and... made a fantasic mess! Apple peelings and pips, flour, bits of pastry all over the kitchen & all over us. And in the end we had 12 lovely mini apple pies which were fabulous on Chrismas Day warmed up with ice cream AND custard. Yum!

Making an apple crumble on a sunday with apples and blackberries scrumped from a nearby wood. The apple tree looked particularly sad and forgotten with its brunches dropping with its heavy load. Then coming home and putting it all together with a crunchy crumble topping with added oats and nuts and hearing only the click of spoons as 10 contented, very hung over people got stuck in. Bliss!

Discovering that 'four and twenty blackbirds baked in a pie' is a reality in Yorkshire.

... And I'm vegetarian.

Have been praying for those poor birds ever since.

I think my favourite fruit memory is stored in the jam jars in my cupboard. My grandma was a proper Grandma, knitting, quilting and making jam. Her and Grandad grew loads of fruit, and each year, the majority of it was turned in to jam. She died on Christmas Eve, and I miss her terribly, but I still have 4 jars of jam in the cupboard - plum, raspberry, tayberry and loganberry - to eat with warm toast and remember a wonderful woman.

My most memorable pudding? Pear and chocolate crumble from last year. We had a load of pears left over from our fruit box delivery, and never one to waste anything, I made a pear and chocolate crumble - it was heaven, sliced pears, sprinkled with cocoa, topped with a crumble that also contained some cocoa, truly yummy scrummy in my tummy.x

My most memorable fruit crumble experience happened when I was at university. I was having dinner in one of the halls of residence, and had just picked up a lovely bowl of apple crumble. It looked wonderful - chunks of apple, crispy golden topping. And then I noticed that, as well as ordinary vanilla custard, that night the nice caterers had put out a vat of chocolate custard too. Mmmmm. I poured a large ladle of it all over my delicious pudding, and sat down to snaffle it. Until I realised that I had just covered my lovely crumble in gravy.
Hmmm.

My nana, bless her, has a secret crumble recipe that contains cornflakes of all things. I really must try and convince her to share that recipe as eating it smothered over baked apples and blueberries is pure bliss.

BAKED RASPBERRY TRIFLE
My niece recently made the most FAB trifle I've ever tasted!
Fresh raspberries of course! Soaked in sherry along with Madeira cake and a REAL baked egg custard... what's so special you may ask? Well everthing was ALL baked together, then left to chill and the trifle was decorated with more fresh raspberries and shortbread WOW.

Damson crumble made by my grandmother is a firm favourite. Damsons seemed to go out of fashion after that (after 1970s)and only recently have made a small revival. I have a few damson trees in my garden which I planted to try and recapture the original recipe. She did a great Damson jam as well! A very publicity shy fruit that deserves much greater recognition in my opinion.

I would like to say my most rememberable crumble is a good one but ALAS as as is often the way with the things we eat the most. (and despite being only 24... I have eaten a lot of crumble) It was a bad experience, i bit into a clove, not just a small clove, but a...

HUGE, OVERWELMINGLY STRONG TASTING CLOVE!!! uuck!

It was so disappointing, as when i tried to eat the rest of the delicious apple crumble with cream all i could taste was CLOVE!, so now i play it safe and only make my own so i know there will be no cloves!

Why should crumbles get all the glory for fruits?

Some of my favourite memories are of summer fruit jam savoured during a cold winter. There is nothing better than a warm pot of tea and fresh strawberry jam on toast to warm the dreary English winters!

This past summer I had to make due with pick-your-own strawberries to make jams. As I don't drive, I had to rely on a kind friend to take me to the fruit. I would think have access to a whole fruit yard would be amazing! So many fruits to make into jams and chutneys and crumbles and pies! Oh my! Heaven on Earth! And what a wonderful way to make the winters pass until the next fruit season! :)

Best fruit pudding experience would have to be Monday when me and a couple of friends made 2 banana cakes (with chocolate chunks added, whoops!). It was so yummy we ate one of them when it was still hot and there's only one slice left! x

To be honest this isn't my first memory but if you ask my boyfriedn to describe a memory of his experience with an apple crumble, I can pretty much guarentee that he would tell you this. As many people do when they first start dating, they think it's a nice to make thier other half a meal. However, this always proves difficult when my boyfriend has allergies to many foods (nuts, dairy, fish, tomatoes, strawberries, the list goes on). Puddings prove particularly difficult! So I made him an apple crumble. Easy enough, you may think. Not when you don't have any scales and have to guess the measurements. Give him his due (the lovely guy that he is, or he was trying to keep me as his girlfriend) he ate it all, even though it nearly pulled out a tooth with the amount of sugar I had added. He still now says the crumble is the result to expensive dentist bills!

I have had many exciting, enjoyable Pie experiences - my mother, one glorious summer, spent a lot of time making nothing but apple crumble. I think England lost in the ashes that summer, but I didn't care - i was already ear-deep into another one of my mum's sublime crumbles.

My auntie Pat is also an ace at making a pie, as is Auntie Deborah. Though Pat may make the better pie (Apple and Rhubarb), Deborah might just edge it due to versatility (and always offering the choice between cream and ice cream, a necessity in being a hostess).

however, many momentous pies - including the genius of Christmas 2005's pie-fest - are left behind by my own crumble experience, Aged 12 in high school.

Bouyed by my success in making bread (that may have tasted like cardboard but, my god, it rose!) and the fruit salad that followed (sugary perfection), I turned my hand to making an apple crumble.

Overconfidence has rarely got anyone anywhere, and this was where I fell once again. Ignoring my lovely teacher's carefully lain recipe, I decided that my wealth of experience would be a better compass of pie excellence.

What followed I can barely describe - the upper crumbly layer was left burnt to a crisp is big, horrible clusters, whilst my classmates all looked golden brown. And what laid underneath was equally vile. The extra sugar had far from the desired effect - making what should've been a chunky apple treat into what looked like slime.

Though it was clearly the worst in the class, I took it home. My mum tasted it, and gave me a thumbs up - before making one of her own.

(to the tune of 'my favourite things')
Walking up hilltops with hats and our mittens
Bright purple bilberries picked from the bushes
Crisp packets filled up with berries and things
These are a few of my favourite things

Flour covered pandies and crisp apple crumble
Roast dinner cooking and tummies that rumble
Family that wait for the oven to ding
These are a few of my favourite things

Girls in pink dresses with berry stained sashes
Pudding that stays on my tum and my hips
creamy ice cream that melts into my pud
You really should taste this its rather good!

When the kids fight
When the washer breaks
When i'm feeling sad
I simply whip up my fave crumbly pud
and then i dont feel so bad!

My housemates and I used to have crumble and custard for a late-night treat. After studying hard, or having evening lectures, or just getting a bit stressed about life in general, it was brilliant to curl up with a bowl of apple crumble with thick creamy custard on top.

I love getting everyone at dinner involved in making spur of the moment dessert. Some can chop apples, others mix up the crumble, then before you have had a glass of wine, the hot crumble is ready to be served.
Happiness is about community achievement (and a yummy pudding).

Picture the scene. Two students, covered from head to toe in Mud, sodden clothes, rosy cheeks and runny noses. After surviving a Music Festival in Oxford, that summer it didn’t stop raining, carrying a soggy tent and some new fond memories, we loaded ourselves on to a train back to Bath. A welcomed lift awaited us when we reached our destination. Exhausted by our adventure, I remember distinctly the smell of our home-grown Golden Gage’s stewing on the stove when we walked through the front door. A broad smile spread across my face; I knew I had arrived home. The burden of my heavy bags was lifted as the thought of stewed plumbs smothered in thick custard brought my senses back to life. Home sweet home!

When I was eight (a long time ago!!) I was staying with my Mom's friend Jenny while my Mom was being treated for cancer. I was quite upset one day and Jenny thought that cooking might be the best therapy, so she set me to making an apple crumble. I had never made one before and neglected to read the recipe. I just mixed all the ingredients together so the crumble part was all through the apples. I baked it and everything, blissfully unaware. Bless her, she still served it proudly at dinner that night and everyone swore it was delicious. I haven't tried it since then though as somehow I think they were just being kind!

My most memorable crumble moment must be the time my aunt made a gooseberry crumble but forgot the sugar so it tasted foul but she was old so we all had to pretend we liked it, she picked me out of all my family to give me seconds... I will never forget it. However I recovered and learnt the joys of making crumbles and pies from fruit I produce myself.

My Grandma made the best pastry in the world. It was light as a feather and melted in your mouth. When we were little she would always make a pie when we went to visit, filled with fruit from the garden grown by my Grandad. Hers was the only pastry that I would eat, and fruit never tasted quite as good as it did in her pies. One day I will learn to make pastry like that and will force feed my nephews and niece seconds and thirds of home grown,home made fruit pud

Maybe not technically pie, crumble or pudding, but something similar - Muffins. Yes muffins, they are fun, fruity and you can make them any time of the day.

Recently I had some blueberries left over (from what I dont know) and I had to use them up before they were ruined. I chose the most logical use of blueberries - the humble blueberry muffin.

Why, you may ask, could I not just simply eat them. Well I wanted to enjoy them and my friends to enjoy them and as I was leaving for New York I couldnt have taken them with me.

So at about midnight, after work, supper and packing, I started making the muffins whilst my housemate cheered me on. The first batch didnt really work, but they tasted good. However the second batch was a dream - light muffin dough stained purple filled with juicy blueberries.

By 2am I had finished, about a dozen mis-shaped delicious blueberry muffins. By 3am there were only 6 left and I decided it was bed time (I had to be at the airport by 7:45am!)

The trip to New York was fun and when I returned all the muffins were gone and a fresh box of blueberries was in the fridge with a note saying "make more"!

This autumn my friend and I went skipping along the fields behind her house to nab lots of lovely blackberries. We proceeded to make the most amazing apple and blackberry crumble (apples from her own tree) and when we were all crumbled out, we used the left over blackberries to make blackberry gin. By Christmas is was super tasty indeed and a nice reminder of a balmy day foraging!

My fondest pudding memories are of Oldbury tarts - gooseberry based tarts made in deepest darkest Gloucestershire using a closely guarded family recipe to which mere mortals (myself included) are not granted access. As such, Oldbury tarts are keenly fought over at the local village fete, and even now I am dispatched by my mum to try and procure them. They're simply wonderful - an incredible mix of sweet and tart flavours, which is (in my humble opinion) the mark of a truly great pudding.

One very vivid pudding memory from my childhood is the day dad served up some homegrown raspberries with cream.

I found a tiny little worm (almost transparent, but with a black head) sticking out of one of my raspberries and waving its head around. Needless to say, I was not impressed.

It's still a family joke - every time we have raspberries together my brother makes his index finger wiggle like a worm.

It has to be our third-year Home Ec. exam at school inthe late 80s. We'll call him Steven*. He was making pineapple upside-down cake. He'd brought painstakingly accurate amounts of ingredients and weighed, blended and mixed them together with the almost obsessive care and attention of a small boy making an Airfix model. He assembled this masterpiece and put it in the oven and we all cleaned up the waist-height table we'd been sharing (extra marks for cleaning as you go!). After precisely the allotted time, Steven* removed his pineapple upside-down cake from the oven and with a flourish, turned it out. At which point it flowed like lava all over the table and dripped in big, sorry, viscous blobs over the edge and onto his shoes. Yes - Steven* hadn't turned the oven on. It was the beat of stunned silence before the outbreak of teenage laughter that will stay with me forever. Best experience ever.
* Name hasn't been changed at all.

Going blackberry picking with my uncle who was visiting and picking so many blackberries we could bearly fit them into the 3 tupperwear pots we brought hoem - then stopping by the Spar on the way hom to pick up vanilla icecream (blue ribbon make, in the cardboard sleeve) before going home an making the largest blackberry and apple crumble I've ever seen. That was the same year we planted cherry stones up on the mountain after a picnic and were amazed that when we went back a year later there were saplings growing.

Tasting the first apple crumble made by my mum and dad which was made from the apples from their new garden in their new home. They hovered over me smiling while I ate it, bless them!

The best crumble I have ever had was when there seemed to be very little in the house in the way of food. Luckily we had the right ingredients for the crumble. The problem came when we got to the fruit we had a wide variety of fruit but not enough of any to make a crumble. So we had a higgledy-piggledy mixture of bananas, apples, pears and blackberries in a crumble. Since then I have strived to make the same combination, but it never tastes as good as this particular one.

I remember the first time I made a pie, pastry n'all - i had to work quickly as I have warm hands which is not conducive to good pastry making - this advice from my Nan who promptly dropped my pie on the floor when she thought it'd been in the oven long enough and no-one was around to restrain her!
*sob*
It still hurts.

For Home Ec in Year 8 I had to make an apple crumble. I'd made several with my mum at home so I was quite happy to get on with it. Most of the other kids in the class didn't have a clue, they rubbing in explained to them.

The next year we had to make a jam roll and I was so proud when mine actually worked.

The morale of this story? Cook with your children, it'll help them at school.

i have a crumble memory everytime i go home, and come back to uni. my lovely nan always sends away with home made rubarb crumble (when in season) if not apple and blackberry, my second favourite. nans are the best !!!

So Im home on leave after being away from UK nearly a year.I pick some blackberries and a crumble is made.The family enjoy them and for the last piece dont answer when I ask " who apart from me wants the last serving"

Being far away from home in New Zealand and staying in a hostel that served FREE apple crumble every day at 4pm with ice cream or custard. I chose to ignore the "or" and every single day for a week, at 4pm (more like 4.02/4.03 if I'm being honest), I sat down and enjoyed a mighty big serving of hot apple crumble with ice cream on one side and custard on the other. Happy days indeed!

My Mum would never have made it as a pastry chef(read strangely coloured dough with the consistency of baked concrete)so she decided to make a rhubarb crumble with the fruit from my Nan's garden ..... Hhhhmmmm - not only was the fruit eye wateringly sharp (she didn't want to put too much sugar in as it would rot my teeth, allegedly)but the crumble layer required you to use a Kango hammer on it to break through to the 'delights' underneath .... Don't even get me started on the time she tried to make a Fruit Cobbler !!

I made my first crumble when I lived with some pals in London in the early 2000's. Cooked for 3 (OK, 4 including me) and managed to make one of my pals a confirmed crunble addict. Not too shabby for a first attempt!

My favourite memory of a crumble was when I was made one for my 18th birthday and my mum knew I loved crumble and I once joked of having a rhubarb, cherry, gooseberry, apple and blackcurrant crumble and she made it for me on my birthday… with no sugar and needless to say I ate it and I stayed in the bathroom for the majority of the weekend.

My memories of fruit crumbles and pies is picking gooseberries, apples, rhubarb or blackberries from the garden with my sister for my mum to make either a pie or crumble to go with the Sunday roast. It had to be her home-made custard to go with this gorgeous pud - we would argue who would have the skin from the top of the custard bowl! Happy memories of time past.

Back in the early 70's I was running a rather 'hippy' cafe in Westminster Bridge Road. A coffee machine rep tried to sell me his 'orrible machine, but then stayed chatting, mostly about his stepdaughter who wanted to be a cook. She came in the next week and I asked her to bake an apple pie - always a great test of initiative and taste. It was so good, she started work with us the next day! Pies are the greates!

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