I admit it, I suffer from Middle Child Syndrome. I learned from an early age to be a people pleaser, and there was no one I wanted to please more than my Dad.
I found baking to be one way to do it, appealing to his sweet tooth. Dad loved those old fashioned desserts like bread pudding, rice pudding and apple dumplings.
Though a pie would be easier, I made the apple dumplings. A whole apple, peeled and cored, stuffed with a butter, brown sugar and cinnamon mixture, and wrapped in pastry.
I have fond memories of Dad, sitting at the table with a warm apple dumpling in front of him. He liked his in a bowl, and would add milk to it, his choice.
After I left home, I never made another apple dumpling, maybe it was too special, made for that one special person in my life.