We awoke to joyous sunshine yesterday morn and desperate to suck in every ray we left the house with no agenda other than to get out.
On a country road we passed an auto body specializing in British makes and I met this spritely fellow.
He had definitely seen better days but at least he wasn't alone. The shop was closed so I helped myself taking pictures.
Nearby we gleaned a few apples.
I had grand plans for our apples and wanted to try out my newest library find so I decided to have my hand at tarte tatin, the famously French caramel apple tart. FAILURE. The recipe called for cooking the sugar to a dark caramel. Apparently I took the caramel a shade too far for while my tart looked appetizing, it tasted simultaneously sweet and cloyingly bitter, faintly fruity and very reminiscent of Robitussin. Sadly, I scraped the insipid topping off into a heap and replaced it with a slather of homemade huckleberry jam. The rescued dessert wasn't going win any blue ribbons but she was buttery and wholesome and in the end I was happy.
On a country road we passed an auto body specializing in British makes and I met this spritely fellow.
He had definitely seen better days but at least he wasn't alone. The shop was closed so I helped myself taking pictures.
Nearby we gleaned a few apples.
I had grand plans for our apples and wanted to try out my newest library find so I decided to have my hand at tarte tatin, the famously French caramel apple tart. FAILURE. The recipe called for cooking the sugar to a dark caramel. Apparently I took the caramel a shade too far for while my tart looked appetizing, it tasted simultaneously sweet and cloyingly bitter, faintly fruity and very reminiscent of Robitussin. Sadly, I scraped the insipid topping off into a heap and replaced it with a slather of homemade huckleberry jam. The rescued dessert wasn't going win any blue ribbons but she was buttery and wholesome and in the end I was happy.
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