A friend brought over this warm treat of Pear Apple Crisp on Sunday afternoon. She was going to come over Monday morning to sew but then the Crisp would no longer be crisp but soggy.
The flavors of fall, cinnamon and ginger. I took it out on the front porch.
Added some vanilla ice cream on the warm fruit. I saved a little for Steve to enjoy later.
What an unexpected and delicious treat.
Mustard. A condiment found on the door of many a fridge.
Did you know there is a National mustard museum?
The museum is located in Middleton, Wisconsin and ooops I missed National Mustard Day this past August 6th.
If you’re YES to eating mustard, which type? And What do you put it on or in? It seems like something you don’t eat by itself.
I have 3 kinds in my refrigerator. Yellow, brown and Dijon.
Fresh tomato season. Fruit or vegetable.
Photo from the archives.
After our walk, my friends Jen snd I Went to have a coffee. There was a slice of of Earl Grey Tea Bread in the case and she’d had it before. Encouraged me to order snd try it . It was brought to the table with a generous amount butter and lemon zest on top.
We were at de Fer Coffee in the Strip District. And she was right. It was delicious. The butter slathered on top reminded me of the A.A, Milne poem the King’s Breakfast when the Dairymaid asks the Alderney “Don’t forget the butter for
The Royal slice of bread.” I’d say the cow did the butter spreading royally!
Remembering how my mother read aloud to me, this is a poem I can hear her voice recite the verses. Another she’d read with great expression was Milne’s poem Disobedience. I’d not thought of either in years.
Until the slice of bread arrived at the table in the coffee shop.
Funny how a slice of bread with lots of butter sparks a childhood memory of a poem being read aloud and the cadence and tone of a mother’s voice can come alive in your head, decades later.
Once my cousin John B wrote that my mother’s voice was mellifluous. I had to look it up!
One for each of us.
From Deb in Colorado. Unfortunately, no picture of the pie. I hear it was blueberry. Mmmmmm. Next time!
Roasted mushroom ravioli – From Leonard Labriola’s Italian Store on Freeport Road.
I boiled it in salted water first. Seven minutes maybe. Drained. Sautéed in pan with chopped portabellas cooked in olive oil and a bit of butter and garlic.
Garlic, onions in olive oil, cabbage, carrots, celery, spinach, zucchini, tomatoes, and white beans. Even better day two. Add some Parmesan.
