These caramel apple hand pies are the perfect gluten free dessert or snack, no matter the occasion. They are super easy to make, and come out perfectly sweet, flaky and buttery every time. And the caramel… well, that brings this wonderful fall dessert to a whole new level!
You know the biggest difference between Chemistry and cooking? In cooking (and baking), even if something doesn’t turn out 100% spot on… at least you can still get some enjoyment out of eating it. In Chemistry… not so much.
This gluten free apple pie is the real deal – with a flaky, buttery gluten free pie crust and a delicious apple pie filling with a kick of cinnamon and an underlying tone of caramel. Where does the caramel come in? Read on, and you’ll find out. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed! The perfect fall dessert recipe, super easy to make… and even easier to eat.
I need to go into pie rehab. Yes, this is my third pie recipe in a row. And a few more are coming in the next few weeks. Is it too much? Pfft, of course not! There can never be too much pie. It’s just not a thing.
If fall were a dessert, it would be apple hazelnut frangipane pie bites. Flaky pie crust, gooey hazelnut frangipane, thinly sliced apples with just enough bite to them, and an ample dusting of fragrant cinnamon. This is fall, folks, in the best form there is – the sweet edible kind.
Is it weird that I prefer ‘fall’ to ‘autumn’, but cannot imagine describing the yellow, red, and orange leaves swirling in the wind in any way other than ‘autumnal’? As a non-native English speaker I like to pretend that I am entitled to pick and choose words from British and American English as I please. But regardless of how you want to call it, there is something majestic about this season. While some may perceive it as the season of dying, falling off, giving up, I always think of it as nature’s last hurrah before it gets shrouded in a white fluffy blanket (or a grey wet blanket, if you’re in the UK). There is an undeniable charm in the changing colour scheme of the forests, a subtle quirkiness in the crunch crunch crunch beneath you feet as you stomp through the colourful heaps of leaves, and a mirthful lightness as you kick through those same heaps and the leaves flap erratically around you.