I found a seriously good-looking food blog in my aimless facebook and twitter-directed internet surfing. Are you as distracted as me these days? Anyway, they had a recipe for some beautiful apple and raisin crumble custard tarts which looked heart-attack-go-to-heaven in a mouthful. They also made a little movie about the apple tarts, with an apple-themed song to match. I should give them my job.
Talking of aimless trawling, I was inspired by this link, and made some spiced apple porridge for breakfast. I skipped the milk and the pecans, and substituted dried apricots for cherries, but it was still super delicious. Of course I have philistines for children, and they rejected the sullied porridge and insisted on cornflakes instead. The fools.
Last night I made some thank you cards for Violet’s creche teachers. No – in case you were wondering – I am not one of those super mums who can work while her children happily knead bread and net butterflies in the garden. Violet goes to creche three days a week, and she has just graduated from the under-two section to the preschool section.
I called upon crafters’ favourite collage material, origami paper, and with some scissors, glue and a few strokes of India ink, I had a batch of cards.
Have you noticed how apples are the official fruit of children’s literature? Sure, pears, peaches and strawberries sometimes slip in, but A is for Apple and that’s where it all starts.
When I was a child I had a favourite apple book. It’s gone now. It was about a family whose apple tree bore too much fruit. They stored it in boxes, in cupboards, under their beds, in their wardrobes. They filled bedrooms up with apples. Apples rolled between their feet wherever they walked. They made apple sauces and apple crumbles, waldorf salads and toffee apples. The family had to give away trucks full of apples to people, to animals, to fish. I can’t remember its title, but I do remember the joy I felt in reading the book. The world was so bright and full of plenty. The family was so joyful. I asked my mother to read it over and over, and she obliged, loving the book almost as much as I did. Do you know what book I’m talking about? I wish I could find it again.
Recently I saw this lovely graphic in the New York Times (here is a snippet of it).
It’s, of course, the favourite snacks of great writers. Which reminded me of something I’d drawn in my journal last year: all the food I found in Gogol’s short stories. There were apples. Actually, the food sounds delicious – I think there ought to be a Gogol recipe book.
I used to make lots of crafty things, but I don’t have so much time now that I have three children, literary ambitions and numerous jobs. I still get out the sewing kit to mend my clothes and sew on buttons, and I also supervise the children’s glue-gun and recycling-bin creations. But I haven’t had a moment to sew a librarian doll or a quilted bionicle in ages.
Luckily there are thousands of people who do make stuff and sell them on the internet. One of New Zealand’s own crafty websites is felt, but the international mecca of craftiness must be Etsy. I did a bit of a trawl yesterday and found barrels of apple-covered cuteness.
How cute is this? I love the apple print; it’s a skirt by The Mommafish.
These nursery prints by justbunch are gorgeous too. It seems that apples are stalwarts of early childhood education. A is for apple – we can’t move past that.
Here is another excellent apple print skirt. For babies – babies don’t complain if the A-line doesn’t fit perfectly, or the skirt isn’t lined. Just two seams and some elastic. I could do it. Now why don’t I?
And a cotton re-usable sandwich bag with an apple print. Can one’s life be too dinky?