|Smells awfully good, too!|
Mom's Vanishing Apple Bread
1/4 cup butter crumble together
1 cup sugar 2 tablespoons butter
2 eggs 2 tablespoons sugar
1 teaspoon vanilla 2 tablespoons flour
1/2 teaspoon salt 1 teaspoon cinnamon.
2 tablespoons sour milk
2 cups flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
2 cups finely chopped apples
Cream together butter, sugar and eggs. Add vanilla, salt, sour milk, flour, and baking soda. Mix thoroughly. Stir in apples and place batter in bread pan. Sprinkle topping on top of bread batter.
Bake in 325 oven for 15 minutes, then reduce oven to 300 degrees and bake about 40 minutes.
As I type this, the house is quiet but for the gentle snores coming from the dog bed in the corner, (how does she curl up so tightly?) and the apple-cinnamon smell from the kitchen is wonderful. We're having a warm stretch of weather, so the dawg and I set out for a walk down the muddy road once the bread was out of the oven. The skies are gray and dismal, the fields are sienna and burnt umber, even the wheat has surrendered and lapsed into a sere yellow. But the air is fresh and cool, and who can be melancholy with such a happy big ol' dawg for company? We stopped to check out the creek, and walked up to where the old barns used to be; still so sad that they're gone, but that's a topic for another day. What with all the running up and down the ditch bank, and stopping to sniff every hoof and paw print in the road, I think the dawg travels twice as far as I do on the same route, and she wore herself out. Did a few yard chores when we got back; wanted to move the trailer only to discover that the truck won't run. Uff da! Hopefully it's nothing major and the family handyman (otherwise known as my brother) will convince it to behave when he stops by. Maybe it's just because it sat for a couple of weeks?
I suppose that's the downside of being able to Stay Home. Aside from that, it's been very gratifying to realize some of my stepping-stone goals. I have reached a level of preparation where I have fruits, veggies, meat, and bread all to hand or easily put together just from my pantry, without needing to go to the store. Even my recent bout with cold germs was easily handled. I had home-made chicken soup (my Christmas present from a family member who brews it up on a woodstove), home-made applesauce, and a special treat, the peach juice I canned up last summer. This wouldn't have been possible just two years ago. Little steps do add up!
|Checking out the creek|
|Not much going on|