Apple season rolls on. Ruth at the monthly Bream Creek Farmers Market has some of the best pink lady apples around. At the Farm Gate market the couple from down south might still have some Geeveston Fanny's but you can only have what they've picked the night before. We've been loading our crisper with freshly picked apples now from about March. Including our own, home grown provided we got there before the grubs. Given our large chicken population in the garden, I was surprised that the local moths even had the nerve quite frankly. Knowing that apples lose their love in the fridge, we're doing apples every way and every day including sliced matchsticks on yoghurt for breakfast topped with home made toasted honey and oats, coconut and hazelnuts, we're eating apple teacake courtesy of the Australian Women's Weekly Cookbook, even without the 1970's burnt orange and lime tiled kitchen to match. An apple and blueberry crumble will make a showing again for dessert tomorrow with Ruth's tombolla sized blueberries she's still picking off the bush from down Huon way. Being a colder climate down in the Huon Valley I suspect there's no need to cold store fruit there, you just leave it on the trees and eventually it will freeze. It was a tiny two degrees as I headed off to an appointment yesterday morning. I put on my hand knitted scarf that is half scarf half blanket and headed into town. Hobartians have heaters of every sort for every occasion. The only weird thing is that they don't call it air conditioning, they call it a heat pump. Known to me as a split system heating cooling air conditioning unit, they say they only ever use it for heat, so that's why. A tradesman once entered my Hobart office and said he'd come to fix the heat pump. I said good luck finding it, looking around for some kind of plumbing apparatus. He must have thought I was completely clueless given I was sitting under the wall mounted heater. Lost in translation, not to worry. Now back to those apple recipes.
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