Sunday, July 22, 2012

How to Eat an Apricot

 Are they ready to eat when they are like this, fresh from the store, young and plump, blushing, and posing for a Cezanne still-life painting?

Or when they are like this, withered and ready to move into the apricot old folk's retirement home?  That's right.....they are ready when they are wrinkled and every child would turn their nose up at them.  In fact that is how I discovered how to eat an apricot.  I am the fruit martyr at my house.  My child will only eat perfect fruit.  If I put a pear which has a slight dent or bruise on it in his lunch box, it comes home completely slimed.  If I present a bowl of cherries or grapes on his lunch plate, he eats around the slightly sub-par ones.  Guess who eats them?  Me, the fruit-martyr.  I always wondered why people ate apricots.  They were dry and tasteless.  But one day I saw the apricots no one else would eat, sitting in the fruit bowl: the decrepit, wrinkly, sad, apricots, and I took a bite.  Apricot heaven!  Juicy!  Luscious!  Sweet!  Rich!!!!!!!!!!  This is how you eat an apricot!  Did you already know that?

Friday, July 20, 2012

A Walk After the Rain

 There was a huge storm followed by a calm, clear evening.

 Raindrops were all over the flowers.

 My little boy rode through the deep puddles on his bike.  He had a wide streak of water up his back.  It is just what I would have done at his age.

 I love our neighborhood with its funny little sheds and carports.  Look at this kayak shelter.

 This shed has lobster buoys hanging on it, and flags left over from the Fourth of July.

 This is one of my favorite houses in the neighborhood.  The shutters have been painted the same color blue for several generations.

 There are hydrangeas everywhere...

 and wildflowers in the hedges near the beach.  This is Queen Ann's Lace.

Good night!

Wednesday, July 18, 2012

The Great Towel Mix-Up

It used to be hard to keep all the white towels straight in the bathroom we all share at the cottage on Cape Cod, even more so when we had guests.  (In our house, having towels of different colors didn't work.  They kept getting bleach spots.)  Last summer I sewed on these gorgeous fabric strips.  No more mix-ups, (at least not that I know of.....)

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Make Mama's Peach Pie!

 This is the peach pie recipe I grew up with, and it is pure summer deliciousness!  We are in the States visiting my family in Virginia and I got to assist my niece making peach pie today.  You'll find the recipe at the bottom of the posting.  Now let's make pie!  Ask your grown up to preheat the oven to 350 farenheit and get the pie crusts ready.  Put one in the deep dish pan and sprinkle some of the sugar and flour mixture on the bottom.

 Pile the crust high with plenty of ripe, sliced, peeled peaches.  Dump the rest of the flour and sugar mixture on top, and then gently pour on the cream and egg mixture.  You will need to shift the peaches a little to help the liquid to trickle down all over through the peaches.  We sprinkled some cinnamon on top, because we were thinking about my daughter Cammie today, and she likes it like that!

 Add the top crust and press the edges together to seal.

 Now seal them again with your fork.  Prick the top crust a few times and sprinkle a little sugar on top.  Bake for about an hour and a half until hot, golden, and bubbly.

 Mmmmmmmm!  It looks and smells wonderful!

It IS wonderful!!!!!

Mama's Peach Pie
2 pie crusts
1 cup sugar
6 tablespoons flour
8 or more peaches for a deep dish pie
1 egg yolk
1 cup cream or half and half
a sprinkle of cinnamon

Bake at 350 degrees for 1 and a half hours.

Thursday, July 5, 2012

La Refuge de Tavayanne

This is Refuge de Tavayanne.

It is nestled in a beautiful hamlet of old little houses, surrounded by cow and goat pasture.  There is no electricity, (though I did see a few solar panels.)  Look inside.

We had fondu made with the local cheese and drank wine.

The granddaughter of the house played with her two kittens, Lila and Lilo.

I'm coming back in late summer.  I want to have dinner by the light of lamps and candles.