Fall is EVERYWHERE, and so are the apples. I am in pursuit of the apple lovers dream. So far I have made Fresh Applesauce and fresh Sticky Apple Cake and now this amazing Fresh Apple Bread. It is so good warmed up with a slice of organic butter or my Chai Cashew Butter lathered over the top! Hope you like it.
FRESH APPLE BREAD
November 2, 2016
: 8
: 15 min
: 25 min
: 40 min
Ingredients
- Wet Ingredients
- 1 cup applesauce my recipe or organic no sugar
- 1 tsp pure vanilla
- 1/2 cup browned organic butter or melted
- 1/2 cup coconut oil
- Dry Ingredients
- 1 cup gluten free flour mix or 1/2 cup of coconut flour & 1/2 cup almond flour
- 1/2 tsp ground cardamon
- 2 tsp cinnamon
- 1/4 tsp himalayan salt
- Last Ingredients
- 1 cup chopped walnuts
- 1/2 cup peeled & chopped apples
- 1/2 cup raw coconut flakes These go on top!
Directions
- Step 1 Turn your oven to 350 degrees. I use a 8X9 greased sheet cake pan since I am in my RV and the bread cooks in 20-25 minutes. If you are using a greased loaf pan you will need to cook the bread for 45 minutes. Check it after 40 minutes by sliding a knife into the center. When the knife comes out clean it is done.
- Step 2 Use your blender or hand mixer and mix all the wet ingredients well. There might remain a few lumps of apples if you’re using my Fresh Applesauce recipe.
- Step 3 In a medium bowl mix all the Dry Ingredients with a fork or whisk.
- Step 4 Slowly add the Dry Ingredient mixture to your wet ingredients. Mix throughly.
- Step 5 Stir in the nuts and chopped apples.
- Step 6 Pour into your greased baking pan and sprinkle the raw coconut flakes over the top of your bread.
- Step 7 Bake at 350 degrees.
I'm Melinda Stevens and living the life of a beach bum was inevitable since my father was a lifeguard for the city of Los Angeles. My memories of growing up on John Street in Manhattan Beach, California were filled with joy, excitement and adventures; until my world, as I knew it, fell apart when we moved to Del Mar, California. My father was offered the position as Captain of the lifeguards and we started the slow migration to the small deserted stretch of beach in 1963. At twelve years old, this seemed like the end of my life. Remember, I’m writing with clear hindsight now, ok somewhat clearer… Little did I know this would be the beginning of a new journey and give a bit more clarity to many of the events that led me to this new cooking adventure.