Friday, September 29, 2006
Saturday, September 23, 2006
Apple season
It's the annual apple harvest and so that means apple pie season. So far I've made 3 pies this week, and today Dad brought over 2 buckets of apples from Ski Hi, courtesy of Katya-Kate's labors (they were windfalls). I gave him one of the pies (he loooves apple pie) and instructed him to give some to Katya-Kate also. The apples are mostly Cortland and McIntosh, I think. They should be good for both cooking and eating. Here's a picture of a "Siamese apple" and a few more from the bunch.
Today was a rainy and dreary day, so I took the opportunity to cook. I had bought a pumpkin for $1 at the grocery store, and I used half of it for pumpkin sambar, and I made a pumpkin pie with some more. There is still almost half a pumpkin left. If the pie turns out well, I'll make some more. It's hard to beat the price, per pound. I'll save some of the seeds and plant them next year.
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Thursday, September 14, 2006
Channeling Grandma Daisy
Today I tried an old-fashioned recipe that my great-grandma probably made. We have a spiny flowering quince bush outside the front door and this year it bore several bunches of fruit. I read up on the quince, which is a relative of the apple and probably predates the apple in Europe. They are quite sour and hard, and require cooking to be used. It seemed that the best thing to do with it was to make jam. So I made a small jar of quince jam and harvested the dozens of seeds inside. I also posted the quince seeds on Freecycle and got a taker for them right away.
I also made some onion kulcha dough for this evening. Grandma Daisy never made kulcha, I'm sure, but Ani's ajji probably did;)
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Cold Front
The weather has gotten cold, rainy, and very dismal in the last 4 days. It's been raining almost non-stop. I have succumbed to the yearly weakness of switching from the air-conditioner to the furnace, supplemented by the wood fireplace.
Ned is coping by snuggling on the extra quilts we have piled on the bed. He looks very peaceful and innocent when he is asleep, which belies his actual personality.