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Ahhhh Blogger, you've updated several times recently and things are now harder to use and my original settings have been changed, hidden or apparently are no longer applicable. Something to keep me on my toes I guess.
We went for a walk on a local trail. It's one with a nice boardwalk beside the river. I suggested we take this one because soon our weather will change. The cold, wet and snow will make the boardwalk slippery and difficult to traverse. We no longer take this trail in the winter because it's just not fun. Winter walks on the trails can be a little bit harder, but not so much fun when you're also dealing with ice patches or long lengths of snow covered rutted ice, which is what that boardwalk becomes.I had to leave the house at 7:50 am. The sun was just rising. I had to stop in the driveway to take this photo as the light and colours were spectacular. While the mornings are late in coming, I'm really not looking forward to the time change. I'm on the side of keeping one time zone and not switching back and forth. Switching seems to cause more issues than not.
Soon the world around will be white. The skies will be grey, or watery, pale blue. We'll get limited sunlight hours, so I'm enjoying the sun and colours while we still get them.
This is one of our favourite local trails, which overlooks a small lake. The sky really was that blue that day. Our winter skies, and sometimes our late autumn skies tend to be pale and watery grey blue.
One of the invasive weeds in our area is Virginia Creeper. It takes over fence lines and grows into any nearby trees. I pulled a couple of vines from a large pine tree near our fence line and the rest pulled off the back part of our deck. I took a couple of bittersweet vines as well because they were growing up in a space between decking boards. They were all still fairly green, so I wove them into wreaths. They need to dry flat before I bring them in to decorate them. I checked them this morning as was surprised how damp the underside felt, so I flipped them over. I put them in the gazebo to keep any rain or dew off them.
I was fiddling around with a cooking challenge and was skimming through an issue of Godey's Lady's book, 1863 and I found this recipe for a very simple pie. If you've never made a pie before, this would be easy enough from scratch and could look amazing. Of course you don't have to make it all pretty, but it was easy to do.
I didn't convert to volume from weights because I rather like baking with the accuracy of weights. Anyway, the pie crust is more of a cookie dough and came together really easily. I sliced up some apples and laid them on top, and popped it in the oven until the scent of cooking apples was noticeable. I checked it, left it another 10 minutes and it was done. I set the tart in at 400F for about 15 minutes and then lowered the temperature to 350F until it was done.
I had used a baking sheet to do this and the edges on the pan meant I had to let it cool before it was strong enough to lift over the pan edges. Next time I'd turn the pan upside down and bake it on the underside so that I could just slide it off onto the cooling rack. The crispness of the crust was great the first day, but the next day was just a tad soft, and I think this might be why. I'd make it again though as it was really fast to throw together. The taste was not of an apple pie, since there are no spices and no liquid to keep the apples soft. However the crust is like a shortbread or sugar cookie, with the apples on top and was really nice. It would be really nice with some ice cream or maybe a drizzle of caramel sauce, for a more modern dessert.
Godey's Lady's Book - Jan-April, 1863, pg 302
It's two volumes in one book, so this volume is the second one, starting at page 586 or so and is available on the Internet Archive.
It's getting dark so early now. The chooks are headed back to the coop by 6:45pm and it's getting dark so quickly afterwards that I rarely have time to get a bit of walking in. During the summer I tend to walk in the evenings, as it's still plenty light out and the temperatures are starting to cool down. Now though, it's too dark about 10 or 15 minutes after I lock up the girls. I've gotten into the habit of downloading a trashy audio book from the library and listening to it while I walk. I've discovered that most modern regency romances are really silly and worth a few chuckles while I'm out walking.
The Dorset Button display went really well and lots of people stopped by to ask about them. Last year not a single person talked to be about spinning as they were all interested in the weavers. This year it was the opposite. You just can tell what people will be interested any particular year.
A friend asked me for some heritage recipe help for a friend of hers, who needed a Quince jam recipe from an earlier time period. I spent about half an hour or so digging up some recipes and sending them on. Then I found another recipe, slightly different which I passed on too, with all the citations of course. I got a lovely invitation to come and pick quinces from her quince grove. That was fun. These fruits smell amazing. I walk into the kitchen and there is a sweet, spicy almost cinnamon scent. They are also huge. I've only seen one quince before and it was quite small. These things are as large or larger than my hand! I'm letting them ripen up a bit while I decide what to make with them. I'll make a period 1860's quince marmalade for sure, and maybe some quince paste, which seems to be a fruit leather type of recipe. I'm looking forward to trying these and will post the results of my attempts.