One thing leads to another.
How could I resist?
Thinking about the blueberry scones made me think about things I could slather on them before shoving them into my mouth.
Meanwhile, I was ruminating on ways to use four perfect, orange, duck egg yolks that were left over after making H an egg-white omelet.
Still thinking about spreadable things that go with scones, I came across a recipe for lemon curd, which I’d never made before.
Isn’t that a puddle of sunshine for a rainy day?
I was worried that I’d have extra lemons and have to figure out a way to use those, but that didn’t happen.
What we did have, though, was an excess of rain. And rain. And rain.
Enough to finally topple our antique Golden Russet apple tree, laden this year with one of the fullest crops of apples we’ve seen it bear in our 17 years here.
In the scheme of things, compared to the farms, barns, houses, roads, and bridges lost and damaged in Vermont in the past week, a tree is not a big thing. Still, we will miss our old friend and the apples it produced, perfect for cider making and unmatchable for pies.
We went out in the drizzle and gathered a bag of apples, nearly ripe and ready.
We’ll make a pie.