Another rainy day. Wet. Sloshy. Brown. Slippery.
I love it.
OK, I love fresh snow even better - when it covers everything in sight like too much frosting and everything is SO QUIET. That's better than good old familiar rain.
But the rain makes me want to cook with apples and that's what I did today on a grand scale: 4 batches of apple crisp! Cert student Sarah came over this afternoon and we peeled and cut MANY apples (Ambrosia and Granny Smith) and made some yummy comfort food for chapel. Well of course it was yummy. This was the famous grandma Armfield recipe. Dave had Mom and Aunt Pat and Aunt Roberta and Janice all sign the recipe one summer when they were up here to verify it. Weston could hardly stand to see the apple peels go to the compost. "This is a life time supply of snack for me, Mom." Weston LOVES apples. He ate about 6 peels and then slowed down. They were good. I remember when I was little my Mom would peel apples in long foldy lines right into the sink for the disposal and I would reach in and try and eat as many as I could, but I could never keep up with her nimble fingers. She usually made applesauce and always added extra cinnamon after tasting.
Thankfully Weston went willingly to school today. Of course he was the "star of the week" and got to take his favorite stuffy Brown Bear for show and tell.
The boys have been busy this past week making home movies with the Indiana Jones Legos. I included a two of their many photos of their inventions.
Mom sent some fun Halloween crafts in the mail and the boys got right to it after dinner. Donovan made two in about ten minutes. Weston would not look up once for a photo. "I'm concentrating too hard, Mom. I just can't."
The mornings and evenings are still too dark for me. The only fun thing is taking the tiny shark flashlight and blinking morse code to the boys as the bus lumbers out of sight.
At least they got to join us at chapel after they got home. We saved them a bit of apple crisp, which was good because the whole house smelled of apples and cinnamon and it would have been a shame to sit in that scent without tasting what you're mouth was watering for.
I even broke open a bottle of sparkling cider tonight before choir. I must really be on an apple binge like Weston. They are good. And they make me happy.
I remember way back in Illinois when I directed Quilters for the first time I had quilts on display all over the theatre and for concession we arranged the local farm to provide their homemade cinnamon donuts and cider. It was wonderful. There's something undeniably wholesome and harvesty about apples, and I usually take them for granted.
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