also the one that fell on the floor got away.
we had apricots that were far too tart, and so I thought to bake them up into a crisp, a neat and fuss-free change from yesterday’s strawberry cake. oats and almonds in a sugared butter mixture over quartered apricots tossed in flour and sugar.
how do you go wrong?
by having it bake to a fragrant golden crisp, before you swing it round to your table precariously balanced on a rack and hit a chair.
it tastes really good – what’s left of it – and I think I might make this again, hopefully with something to show for it. something more substantial than jammy smashed apricots with what’s left of the topping left in a desolate-looking pan.