Tuesday, July 28, 2015

Get ready for apple picking...

Apple picking and recipe.

One of my fondest memories of harvesting apples is of my brother, Edward,  and I going into the orchard for a challenge. We had rows of peach, pear, and apple trees. We’d make a game out of who could select the best apples and load them into a bushel with the least amount of bruising. My disadvantag was height, his Achilles heel was impatience.

The choicest fruit always seemed to be near the top of the tree. Climbing onto a ladder took more time, but as a youth I was part monkey and would barely tap the treads going up and down. I’d look over and see his bright blond cap of hair in the midst of a tree as E.L. climbed from branch to branch. I didn’t like to lose.

At the end of the day it nearly always came out to a tie. We’d leave some of the produce for our mother to create delicious and eye-catching dishes and take the rest to a local cider mill who’d press them into sweet apple cider (tart, or spiced) or boil into applesauce. 

I love the old world method of cider making. The cranking and turning wheels as the juice squeezed from the apple drew my attention. Maybe it was the scents of tart, sweet and sharp apples all being crushed to form a mouth-watering liquid. Kettles steamed and hissed as apples boiled over an outdoor fire to make apple sauce or apple butter. Aromatic scents of cloves, cinnamon and apple nectar, once impenetrate, last forever in your memory and the wonderful.   Don't you agree, store bought or factory manufactured products do not have the same heady taste as homebrewed?

Here is one of my favorite recipes—a tradition in the Keller family.

Carmel Apple Salad
10 Red Washington apples, unpeeled, cut in chunks.
1 #2 can crushed pineapple
1 cup sugar
3 tsp. Flour
2 tsp. Cider Vinegar
2 eggs
2  cups dry roasted peanuts
2  eight ounces containers cool whip

Drain pineapple well. Combine juice from pineapple with flour, sugar, eggs and vinegar. Cook until thick, then chill. Combine apples, pineapple and 1/3 of roasted peanuts. Fold cooked sauce into cool whip, then mix into apples. Place in large bowl and top with remaining nuts.
This is a group size portion, for a family of four cut in half.

Enjoy and happy harvest!



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Friday, June 19, 2015

Surf Sounds

Music to my ears...and hopefully yours!

Thursday, June 11, 2015

Hey, I don't like what you're saying...

Earlier this year I was foolish and shortened my running route by creating a cross-country path. As I tripped over a rock, my left knee bent in an odd position.

            The result: A torn ligament with an estimated recovery period of one year.

I believe my physician was a little scared when I bolted upright from the exam table. What? No quick-cure surgery, no braces, no miracle drugs? Nothing but time would fix the problem?
Crapola! I’m an avid exercise woman. I mean, I must get some form of vigorous physical stimulation at least three times a week or I get…let’s say cranky.
 Instead of performing half-an-hour of weight lifting, I went to a solid hour. My upper body firmed and squared (not in a good way LOL).
My esteem decreased as I increased a slack size. The final insult to my lowered sense of self was when my husband announced he saw dents on my bum. (Hey, thanks.)
I immediately went into the bathroom, stripped, and glared at the full view. How had this happened?
Why? Reduced aerobic exercise. Four months had passed and I only experienced sharp twinges when I wore high heels, so I tied on my running shoes and hit the pavement. Twenty minutes later I limped home.
 As a result, I had to restart my year of “rest and healing”.
From the shocked expression on friends who I haven’t seen in a while, my transformation wasn’t a good one. I certainly wasn’t keen on the new me.
I purchased new outfits— all dark colors. I’d become twice the person I’d been several months prior.
I’m determined to shave off the excess weight and try to trim down the muscles on top…except for the breasts, I kind of like the firmer, larger, upper chest.
 I climbed onto a glide machine and followed with stomach exercises on the big yellow ball. Now, just a few weeks later, I see a difference in the thighs. The rear is another issue.
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