Bring an apple for teacher? Don’t bring one for Jessica.
Jess and I spent Saturday (her birthday) at Weaver’s Orchard near Reading where we picked 40 pounds of apples. (We picked an extra 3/4 pound of raspberries for good measure.) You might think that’s a lot of apples. Jess thought so – and she was only carrying half of them. [youtube=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ir5GRuc5UZs]
We spent Sunday baking (and stretching back to my Pennsylvania Dutch roots – saucing). Very experimental, but fun time. We had six kinds of apples – Golden Delicious, Red Delicious, Empire, Jonathan, Jonagold (a cross between GD and Jonathan), and Cortland – and we made five different kinds of applesauce by tinkering with the apples involved.
Jess also made an apple pie and raspberry cheesecake. The oven was on overload, but it was relaxing to step away from daily activities.
And we won’t need to buy fruit at the grocery for a few months. What do 40 pounds of apples look like? 86 apples that cover the whole kitchen table.
Mr. Peanut had an adventure earlier this month while my wife and I were on vacation. We had returned to Ohio, and he was in the kennel for five days when we got a call – vomiting and other problems. We told them to take him to his vet, and then to the animal emergency clinic, and then to do whatever procedures were needed.
He came home a week later after surgery and several other procedures. He had had a couple scary moments in the clinic but was on the mend finally.
I’ll spare the fun stories about forcefeeding him and watching him climb and jump out of containment. Instead, let’s share a picture of Conehead – to make sure he doesn’t ruin his stitches. (At least the cone comes off on Monday. Don’t know whether he, I, or Franchise is more excited about that.)
How do you celebrate your anniversary? If you’re the Franchise and me, you do it by cramming in a quick lunch and then – well that’s about it. I worked over. The Franchise had two classes – including a night class where the homework load will be, well not light.
We did get a few minutes for that tradition of eating the remains of your wedding cake after its gone stale and each ingredient should have expired. The results? Well, we ended up more focused on the camera and less on the cake. But I get to share the photos and story while Franchise puts together a class project. Who has the most fun? You do.
Franchise gets excited to eat cake for her first anniversary. Oh, if only she knew the fun to come…
Franchise bravely volunteers to try the first piece of cake.
She likes it! She goes for a full piece of cake.
But the cake might not be as good as we thought. The Franchise describes it as tasting like a plastic bag. I look at the face and remember the morning I woke her up too early…
Then we just start having fun with the camera. We kinda forget the cake and try to go all artsy with the photos.
Even Mr. Peanut gets an anniversary treat though.
