I have a black thumb.
Except for an orchid my father entrusted in my care my senior year of college which I kept alive by my true measure of sheer desperation, and these roses I brought to life, I cannot keep anything alive enough to bear fruit.
It doesn't stop me from having grandiose ideas that if I had enough planting soil, that I could grow acres of a bountiful harvest. That I can walk into my backyard and, simply, reach up and pick fruits from trees and pull veggies from the ground that will nourish and sustain me and my family. Just as my grandmother had accomplished, and my father has in mediumture (vs miniature...because his garden is definitaly not small) in California.
Hubby, I know you must be laughing.
Hubby, you must know, is the keeper of the flowers in our home. And they flourish! We are blessed with a small front and back yard in this home and he makes me love walking up to overflowing flowers. Whatever he places on the ground seems to grow. Me? Not so much.
At least I can cook, right?
So, until I can figure out how to get the farm into my backyard, I will have to take my family to the farm.
We visited Marker Miller Orchards in Winchester, and I almost kissed the ground when I got there.
Apples are our favorite fruit. And boy, were they bountiful. I wanted to scoop them all up and bring them home and hoard it all in my kitchen.
In the words of my son, C, "I have been waiting 8 years to do this." (He's 8 years old, by the way) Doesn't that make us seem like great parents? He's such a deprived little boy.
We took home a bushel of apples. Which is the most of anything perishable I have ever had in my kitchen in queue to cook, so my heart began to race at the challenge ahead. I'm sure my kiddos can snack good portion of what we picked but I bookmarked quite a few recipes to tackle in the next week.
Aren't they pretty? I can hear them from downstairs calling my name.
So, first up...Apple Pie Muffins! Forget protein for breakfast, think of the energy from the sugar in the crumb topping. And the nutrition from the sugar infused chunks of apple inside. It's all good, baby.
Someone pass the coffee!