I say compote, but it would make an awesome cobbler if you added a crust.

Wouldn't it be a compote?

That's the word I was looking for!!! at any rate, muy delicioso!

I make a super easy applesauce with peeled & cut up apples (say about 7 or so), 1 cup of sparkling cider, 1 cup-ish of dried cranberries, and about a tablespoon of lemon juice. All cooked up until the apples are whatever consistency you like. so good!

Is the question what it is, or what you should use it for? I vote ice cream topping. Or make biscuits and make it a fruit shortcake kind of thing.

{{Fay}} Maybe if you write out the RPF indulgently it'll take up less brainspace?

Waiting and unpacking~ma, Sparky! I wish you better luck than I had.

I think vw is right with calling it compote. Though I have seen fruit soup on fancy menus.

I vote ice cream topping.

This is what we used it for at Thanksgiving. One of the pies we made from scratch (a triple berry/cherry pie...mmmmmmm!) had too much filling for the pie plate, so we just baked it and put it on ice cream. My aunt kept asking what it was and wouldn't take "compote" as an answer, because she'd never heard the word. So, finally, my SIL went and got the dictionary and read her the definition. That shut her up.

Behold the power of the dictionary.

I bet WS's compote would be delish with pork chops or any roast beast.

Fay, what's an "academic daughter"? I'm a little slow on the uptake today.

I bet WS's compote would be delish with pork chops or any roast beast.

or turkey or ham

I love a savory/sweet combo!

One Christmas the cranberry sauce turned out crazy thin (no idea how that happened) so I poured it over cheese cake.

So. Good.

Fay, what's an "academic daughter"?

Sorry, my bad - it's a St Andrews University phrase. The idea is that when you arrive as a wee fresher, you get 'adopted' by an Academic Mother and an Academic Father from the 3rd or 4th year. They take you under their wing and introduce you to their mates, act as a sort of mentor, get you pissed out of your head and so forth. It's not a formal thing - one just has to find said people. Which can be a little stressful, of course. There's a big crazy drunken debauchery weekend involving elaborate fancy dress, appalling quantities of alcohol, Latin and shaving foam, but we'll not go into that now. Anyway, suffice it to say that Helena was in the Academic year below me, and when we met she was 17 and I was, er, 20. Which, at the time, seemed like a Big Age Gap. And she was rather vulnerable, for several reasons, and so - yeah, well, whatever. It was a Big Romantic USTy Unconsumated Romance Thing that we had, in which I did a lot of running away, as is my wont. And she ended up with some lad, in the end.

Also, although this was all long ago and far away, I'm delighted to know (through our reacquaintance via the miracle of Facebook) that she's a hardcore Buffy fan. Good girl.