It's that things feel more wholesome and homespun and simple when you're sitting at your kitchen table slicing apples [removing bruised parts, leaving snow-white flesh] and shaking old-fashioned flour, sugar and cinnamon into the chipped mixing bowl. For a fleeting moment, you can imagine you have a perfect life.
Or wait a minute--with an apple pie in the oven, maybe you do.
[FYI, recipes I used are Apple Pie I from The Joy of Cooking, for the filling, made with tiny red apples H. gathered in the Catskills and some Golden Delicious from ShopRite, and this BUTTER PIE CRUST RECIPE from finecooking.com, which can't be beat.]
- Went to support group. Grateful for the strength to get there and to share...and so very grateful for the other brave women and men there.
- Hiked over to Mills Reservation and up the mountain with Fig and Sug this afternoon.