D'vorahDavida
Yetzirah

  There are a few bright spots around the homestead this summer, amid the dismal failures in the garden, the smokey skies, and inferno temperatures. Somehow the apple trees belonging to Mr. P have flourished. They are bearing a bumper crop that I'm sure the local bears will catch wind of soon and come on by for a tasting. The electric fence us up and live to discourage them. It wouldn't be so bad if they just ate apples, but they break trees while they are at it, which I find very rude indeed. Anyway, yesterday I gathered several that had fallen onto a net that he put up so save them from bruising. I picked a few right off one of the trees. There was one in particular that was a beauty. Is there anything in the world as appealing as a nice ripe perfect apple? (A pealing is what you are going to have to do a lot of I imagine.) Stop being silly and take a look at this beautiful thing... Perfection. Well, wait a minute. How about this instead? (Where are the apples? That doesn't look anywhere near as wholesome.) Perhaps not. I'll do some scientific testing with my spoon, a bowl, and some ice cream, and get back to you. (What the heck is that doing in a story about apples?) Well, it was on the table too. I thought I'd take a picture of it. At the last Farm Girls meeting, someone brought a quiche made with Anaheim chilies and sun dried tomatoes. It made quite an impression on me. So of course, I had to give it a try myself. I got the chilies last week from my SIL at the farmer's market. Guess what's for dinner. And dessert. :-)