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Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Showing posts with label autumn. Show all posts
Monday, November 20, 2006
Wednesday, October 18, 2006
Autumn Ambrosia
by
Florence Ondré
As I sit at my keyboard, the aromatic scent of apples; fresh picked off the orchard trees, wafting tantalizingly around me, I am reminded that not everything is nose to the grindstone. I can pause a moment and reflect on the day in the orchard with family, picnicking; overlooking the valley stretching below us like a Wyeth idyllic painting. The pause that refreshes. Work is always there and won’t begrudge me a few moments breathing in apples and their orchard memories.
Two really big bags of Mutsu, Cortland, Macintosh, Empire Red and Golden Delicious globes sit on my dining room table sighing the simplicity of goodness.
The world for a moment seems all right in the presence of the basics of an Autumn apple.
The great Mouli Grinder hunt is on. That old fashioned, hand cranked food mill which my grandmother and mother used to take red, ripe tomatoes; fresh from their gardens, to swirl, swirl, swirl the grinder handle and turn the sun kissed fruit into perfect pureé for pasta. The cooking was an all day process in this time honored tradition of making the best marinara on the planet.
It can also be used to make the most delicious apple sauce your taste buds ever dreamed of enjoying. Pears can be steamed and added to make pear/apple sauce…or peaches…or berries…a pinch of cinnamon…a dash of sugar…we’re talking a recipe for Fall Fruit Heaven.
I’ve tried them all and become famous in my family for this ambrosia.
That brings us to this year’s season. The apples and family are waiting, drooling for the sensational homemade sauce.
Now, if I could only remember where the Mouli Grinder is.
Or who still has them for sale…
Florence Ondré
As I sit at my keyboard, the aromatic scent of apples; fresh picked off the orchard trees, wafting tantalizingly around me, I am reminded that not everything is nose to the grindstone. I can pause a moment and reflect on the day in the orchard with family, picnicking; overlooking the valley stretching below us like a Wyeth idyllic painting. The pause that refreshes. Work is always there and won’t begrudge me a few moments breathing in apples and their orchard memories.
Two really big bags of Mutsu, Cortland, Macintosh, Empire Red and Golden Delicious globes sit on my dining room table sighing the simplicity of goodness.
The world for a moment seems all right in the presence of the basics of an Autumn apple.
The great Mouli Grinder hunt is on. That old fashioned, hand cranked food mill which my grandmother and mother used to take red, ripe tomatoes; fresh from their gardens, to swirl, swirl, swirl the grinder handle and turn the sun kissed fruit into perfect pureé for pasta. The cooking was an all day process in this time honored tradition of making the best marinara on the planet.
It can also be used to make the most delicious apple sauce your taste buds ever dreamed of enjoying. Pears can be steamed and added to make pear/apple sauce…or peaches…or berries…a pinch of cinnamon…a dash of sugar…we’re talking a recipe for Fall Fruit Heaven.
I’ve tried them all and become famous in my family for this ambrosia.
That brings us to this year’s season. The apples and family are waiting, drooling for the sensational homemade sauce.
Now, if I could only remember where the Mouli Grinder is.
Or who still has them for sale…
Saturday, September 30, 2006
The Gratitude Pool
I'm grateful for the beauty of nature all around.
When I make the time to look, I'm ever rewarded by things like the delicious feel of the change of season breezes on my skin; colors in grasses, flowers- even weeds...how they each look in the movement of wind.
How amazing they are together making a canvas of art in these things I take for granted or dismiss while I'm too busy being a human doing instead of a human BE-ing.
Just for today, I'm grateful I saw and felt this bit of the beginning of autumn.
And did I mention the gazillion butterflies all over my yard and the whole neighborhood?!
Wowser!
When I make the time to look, I'm ever rewarded by things like the delicious feel of the change of season breezes on my skin; colors in grasses, flowers- even weeds...how they each look in the movement of wind.
How amazing they are together making a canvas of art in these things I take for granted or dismiss while I'm too busy being a human doing instead of a human BE-ing.
Just for today, I'm grateful I saw and felt this bit of the beginning of autumn.
And did I mention the gazillion butterflies all over my yard and the whole neighborhood?!
Wowser!
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