I’m fortunate to have a small garden, the care of which grounds my overactive mind and diverts me from the increasingly surreal global politics of these days.
This time of year I’m challenged to deal with a glut of apples, eaters and Bramley cookers. I hear them plop daily to the ground. I can’t leave them to rot, so apart from sharing the blessings with friends, wrapping the cookers in newspaper to preserve them for a while for stir fries and curries, I’ve made a batch of applesauce today.
I don’t think I ever posted a food recipe, but was prompted by a memory of my mum’s kitchen magic. Her potato fritters, made of raw grated potatoes, mixed with flour, egg – and fried, were served with a dollop of applesauce.
The applesauce I made today, consists of 1 kg peeled Bramley apples chopped up into small chunks, the juice of a lemon, a tablespoon of maple syrup, a little castor sugar, a little cinnamon, a little rose wine, and some butter and salt … result … it tastes divine …
That’s about all the inspiration I feel able to share this month 🙂
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