Sunday, October 01
So we spent much of yesterday wending through itty back roads and complicated directions to get to Ayer's Orchard, where we picked roughly 35 pounds of apples: Staymans, Fujis, Granny Smiths, and a few Golden Delicious even though I am in principle opposed to Delicious because these were, in fact, quite yummy. We loaded them all in the car and were about a mile from home when Dan said, "What is it you're planning to do with all these apples, anyway?"
"Make applesauce," I said, a little surprised.
There was a silence. One of those silences. Then Dan said, "I don't like applesauce."
Note to self: improve communication skills.
So tonight's dinner was baked apples (and tartiflette), and I just pulled a pan of apple bread out of the oven, and Dan's downstairs planning to make apple fritters as soon as he finishes his Sarah Zettel novel, and for most of yesterday and today we've been snacking on, oh, let's see... apples.
That leaves us with about 33 pounds.
Anyone who has recipes for putting up apples that aren't mushy like applesauce or apple butter? Please step forward now.
It's a good thing apples keep.
Writing Progress:
Today's Progress: 1,150. Woo!
Comments: Absolutely ghastly workweek meant I got very little done, and didn't get much made up on my weekend off either... but I am finally through chapter three. The big three chapters; the stuff agents and editors will see if and when this thing is ready to submit.
*looks at words* Hmm. I was expecting this bit to be over at about 10K. I may be looking at a longer book than expected.
Damn.
Crappy Writing Skill De Jour (An idea which I stole from Irysangel, because I thought it was cool):
Dear writerbrain:
I let you talk me into reading the dictionary for fun all those years because I thought there would eventually be a payoff. Now I am struggling through pages of writing, using the same stupid word ten times in a row because I can't think up synonyms, and you're off on a beach somewhere drinking pina colada. Please pony up.
Cheers,
Me
Snips: And lo, we have met Gwen, and Gwen is a snarky bitch.
"Well," Elliot said, recovering his balance, "you must admit it's somewhat unusual...."
"I never confine my activities to the usual," Gwen said. "It lacks scope."
"Make applesauce," I said, a little surprised.
There was a silence. One of those silences. Then Dan said, "I don't like applesauce."
Note to self: improve communication skills.
So tonight's dinner was baked apples (and tartiflette), and I just pulled a pan of apple bread out of the oven, and Dan's downstairs planning to make apple fritters as soon as he finishes his Sarah Zettel novel, and for most of yesterday and today we've been snacking on, oh, let's see... apples.
That leaves us with about 33 pounds.
Anyone who has recipes for putting up apples that aren't mushy like applesauce or apple butter? Please step forward now.
It's a good thing apples keep.
Writing Progress:
Today's Progress: 1,150. Woo!
Comments: Absolutely ghastly workweek meant I got very little done, and didn't get much made up on my weekend off either... but I am finally through chapter three. The big three chapters; the stuff agents and editors will see if and when this thing is ready to submit.
*looks at words* Hmm. I was expecting this bit to be over at about 10K. I may be looking at a longer book than expected.
Damn.
Crappy Writing Skill De Jour (An idea which I stole from Irysangel, because I thought it was cool):
Dear writerbrain:
I let you talk me into reading the dictionary for fun all those years because I thought there would eventually be a payoff. Now I am struggling through pages of writing, using the same stupid word ten times in a row because I can't think up synonyms, and you're off on a beach somewhere drinking pina colada. Please pony up.
Cheers,
Me
Snips: And lo, we have met Gwen, and Gwen is a snarky bitch.
"Well," Elliot said, recovering his balance, "you must admit it's somewhat unusual...."
"I never confine my activities to the usual," Gwen said. "It lacks scope."
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