Monday, 13 October 2008
It is early morning and the garden is shrouded in an October mist. Hopefully this heralds another beautiful Autumnal day full of sunshine and warmth much like the perfect weekend we have just had. My weekend began with a treat, a little something of such loveliness that I couldn't resist - I bought myself a pincushion from a gorgeous new online shop called Made by Florence. I suggest you take yourselves off for a look at some of the beautiful things Florence makes, all very original and stitched with care. It is just perfect Florence and I have already used it to great effect all weekend - thank you x
Orders poured in all through last week, so I spent much of the weekend working in my sewing room which was very enjoyable. I can only imagine thoughts are turning Christmas-wise judging by the order list pinned on my wall and what is lovely is the range of things being ordered, everything from bags to Babbits (of which there are a vast number of the baby variety lined up on my shelves) to garden door hangings. It is all very busy and makes me feel I have hit the mark with my designs which is most gratifying. In between all this activity Dave and I made sure we all had a good time as a family - it was the weekend after all. Sunday morning saw us dressed and out by 9am after first downing a pot of coffee in bed first of course. By 9.30 we had collected two trugs of apples from a friend's garden.
Home once more and Elias and Dave set up the fruit press in the front garden while I got a hearty breakfast underway - sausages, beans, etc as a rare Sunday morning treat. My eldest son, Tom, arrived and was soon pulled into service with our diminutive press, which is somewhat ironic as he makes cider for a living with a press that makes ours seem a little on the small side. Doesn't everyone make cider dressed in surfwear?
Elias worked hard and the girls splashed and sploshed up and down the pathway in the excess water from cleaning the equipment. They were truly drenched by the time I called them all in for a sustaining breakfast - how often it seems I dress & re-dress little Isabella. Much toast was consumed accompanied by glassed of freshly squeezed apple juice which is so unlike anything I can describe. Each time you press it, it tastes different depending on the year, the varieties used, the mix of apples, but it always tastes just wonderful. This batch was brownish in colour as is usual and sweet. The remaining apples were pressed and the barrel now sits in the mint bed in front of the kitchen window turning into cider for Christmas festivities as a change from the other homemade beverages stowed away.
Dave went off to London in the afternoon for another meeting and what did I do instead of sewing? Made chutney with Tom as he had a burning desire to make some to take home to his girlfriend on her return from work later that day. We chopped and stirred and measured and chatted away the afternoon to the delicious smell of mint and vinegar, and the deeper aromas of fresh ginger combined with apple. A short while and several cups of tea later and here was the result of our endeavours, mine sensibly labelled like so...
and Tom's not so sensibly labelled like this (but much funnier I think!).
For those who may be interested, the recipe for this chutney which is delicious with cheese or meats is written up here. Make some, keep some & give some away for Christmas - homemade presents are always lovely aren't they?
Bye for now x