Sunday, March 27, 2011

Clouds and Pudding

Saturday was the sort of day that makes you forgive winter for being so long. With the sun shining and a warm breeze we set off across the fields to the creek. Flocks of robins  hopped along the ground as Bucky dog checked newly uncovered mole holes. A very good time was had by all.

Today was the sort of day that tests the wills of those who have flannel sheets and ample reading material. Gray and dark. Brutish black clouds rolling up the valley promising rain and north wind straight from Siberia.  So with a fire going the Mom and I said the appropriate grandma joke; "Looks to be a clear up shower." "Clear up to your ass." and got out the knitting. This phrase has been said every time it rained for as long as I can remember. Living in Redwood country it rained quite often and she chuckled every time she said it.  Grandma was a farmer's wife whose idea of swearing was to mutter "oh shirt!" if really at deer damage in the rose garden or a burnt pie. With Grandma in mind I made Eve's Pudding with apple and raspberry. This marvelously simple and wonderfully good dish is from Darina Allen's Forgotten Skills of Cooking, a wonderful tome packed with goodness.

Her's is prettier than mine.

Bucky doesn't mind though.

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