Nothing Says Autumn Like Baked Apple With A Marshmallow Buttplug

There's something about a cold-snap that begs for baked apples.

—Baked apples with ice cream, pecans, brown sugar... and gooey, toasted marshmallow melting on your tongue. Everybody holding hands.

Go ahead, tell me how bad you want it!

When my friend Steve Harsin visited me to help catalog my dad's library, he shared his mother's baked apple recipe with me, which involved plugging the cored fruit with a marshmallow, before you pop it in the oven. It's a brilliant improvisation on the old Betty Crocker standby. 

I stuffed the apples with a flourish. "It's like a marshmallow buttplug!"

Steve said: "If my mother heard that, she would die."