July 9, 2013

Wintered Fruits...edit

Have you ever opened a cookbook to find
apples strewn across the page wantonly
coupled with eggs, sugar, salt, and nutmeg
then turned into whips and flummeries,
snows and souffl├ęs to tempt tastebuds into
thinking fresh fruit might be hidden within.
Imagine deep in underground storage,
the last of the wintered fruit
those few withered berries, moldy oranges,
and desiccated apples all just wait
to be hidden.

Life is Really in the Footnotes:

  • Himself:  ”It was a wonderful day!”  Meeting till late.

  • Herself:  He took me to and from the Red cross, which took hours longer than it should have because they couldn’t find a vein, then home to keep working on the poem for me and estimates for him.  Finished my Steampunk top hat but the feathers I bought were too short.  Poem still needs more work but it’s coming along.
  • Cookbook Entry:  Ronni Bennett, of Time Goes By, has published my entry on cookbooks today on her story page.  A great honor.

  • MIsc:   Snows and their cousins whips and fluffs require eggs.  From what I can tell, a flummery uses cornstarch.  If I am wrong, please let me know.

  • Reading:  I’ve forgotten the name.

  • Balance:  Getting this poem started and finishing the top hat.


    1. Today's kids don't know how lucky they are, to have fresh fruit available all year round. I live in the Northeast, y'know; we didn't always have fresh fruit in the spring and early summer, let alone winter. Apples are great, but we didn't have ten different varieties in the market.

      Next to my pie, my applesauce is one of my best recipes.

    2. Had to look up flummery, someone called it an old Irish dessert but none of the "old" Irish in my family made it. We all love fresh fruit, and remember getting an orange in my Christmas stocking in the 40's. Delightful.

    3. Delicious and perfect word painting. You are the artist I want to be.

    4. Loved all the photos of the past two entries.....so much to look at.
      Just a suggestion, husband is having chemo and they put a warmed blanket over his entire arm to get the vein to be "plump"....also he was told to drink a lot of water a couple of hours before the blood taking....

    5. Yesterday, you inspired me to visit the county fair next month. Today its to explore the secret world of flummery. And here's me thinking a flummery was a con job. Dianne

    6. I remember the years of little or no fresh fruit. There was always canned fruit cocktail, which doesn't bear thinking about. I don't understand why anyone yearns for the past.
      As usual, love your pictures. The quilts are great. Thank you.

    7. Ditto Dianne. I had to resort to Google. So now I am acquainted with the concept as flummery as a dessert.


    8. I have often opened a cook book and found things strewn across the page - dessicated cake crumbs, smears of butter and fruit stains. I'm a messy cook:)

    9. Dear Linda, the British def. is a dessert. The other def is flattery or nonsense when speaking. I suppose flattery is fluffy like a dessert? Dianne

    10. You have such a gift, Mage. For some reason now, my comments are not posting here.

    11. Okay, now they are posting. I do not understand this at all!

    12. As far as I can tell, a flummery uses cornstarch instead of eggs. :)

    13. I love the poem. And the oranges in the red bowl. What a treat for the eyes your photos are.

    14. You are such a talented poet, Mage.


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