Experimented in the kitchen with apples from apple picking at Soon's Orchard. I learned the key to a good apple pie is to use different kinds of apples. I think I'm using about 4 different kinds here. Unfortunately, I can't seem to remember the kinds of apples we picked.
Saved three apples for the filling and cut/cored the rest. Laid them out on a cookie sheet with some cinnamon. Roasted for 20 minutes.
Important note: When roasting, make sure apple juice doesn't drip, caramelize and burn onto the bottom of your oven. I learned the hard way this will make your oven very smokey and your kitchen unpleasant. Ended up spending an hour scrubbing my oven clean :(
Pureed them with their skins in the blender. Best roasted applesauce ever! Sweet with no added sugar! Got super excited after sampling and immediately made filling with remaining three chopped up apples.
Sunday, October 04, 2009
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Monday, July 13, 2009
postcard from Venice.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
postcard from Pisa.
Wallet lost in Pisa. 40 Euro gone. Driver's license now missing. Spent 45 minutes talking to five different English speaking accents over roaming mobile phone to get credit cards canceled. Helen impressed with my ability to stay calm.
Everyone says the same thing: Good thing it wasn't your passport.
Friday, July 10, 2009
postcard from San Gimignano.
Italian gelato is richer and creamier than ice cream. They come in skinny cones which kinda sucks because the gelato is simply piled on top with nothing left for you when you reach the cone. Sampled world champion gelato at Gelateria di Piazza. We've had enough gelato in Italy for a proper control. The consistency and flavor of the gelato in San Gimignano were no comparison. Their secret ingredient must've been crack because it was by far the best frozen treat I've ever had. I'm not much of a foodie but I'll tell you for sure, I will dream about this gelato. If I ever have a near death experience, this gelato will flash before my eyes. If I was on death row, I'd want this gelato as part of my final meal.
My only regret is not having a second... and maybe possibly a third. If only we had another hour or two in this little town tucked away in the Tuscan hills. I would've had one more for the road... and the plane ride back.
*sigh*
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