Apple P.W.F.D.s

My Great Grandmother was an Innovator and Entrepreneur in the grandest sense, who never did anything by halves.

The story goes that she would try any recipe once...from the book. After that she Innovated, generally-ish, with mixed results...fabulous or dodgy, nothing in between. As a result she was rather well- known for her cooking as at no point were family or guests certain if a meal would be edible.

A bit of this...slosh of that...go on, that's not enough...try a bit more...oh well...just put in the oven dearest and see how it goes...

Her bread rolls were particularly notorious as she insisted on supplying all travellers with them in their picnics and because none ever returned (bread rolls that is) she remained convinced that her recipe was both popular and invincible.

Until the day her youngest son and friend claimed to have killed a railroad worker on the Belfast line when they tossed their (inedible) bread rolls out the train window on the way back to school...

Not in a million years would I claim to be the character my Great Granny was but my cooking skills travel much the same road. This evening I fancied pancakes, a staple quick snack for me with all the food intolerances as I can make them from various flour types.

Apple PWFDs

Pancakes.
A good shake of gluten free flour...bit more...half tsp salt, wrestle lid off the gluten free baking powder and spill too much in the bowl...Ooops. Maybe we'll go for:

Waffles.
Eggs...damn, no eggs. Dried apricots whizzed with soya milk and water? Bit more water...more soya milk...that looks ok. Tip it into the flour mix with a bit of cane sugar and mix. Pour first...

PanWaff.
Eat. Lovely. How about adding some chopped apple to make:

Fritters.
Batter is too flowy, well the:

PanWafFri.
...did start out as pancakes after all, so better make them smaller, more like:

Drop-scones.

Which makes them:

Apple PanWafFri-Drones I guess.

Spread liberally with soya marg or maple syrup.
Guaranteed knockout...but hopefully not of railway men!

This Too Will Pass...

A dear friend from E. Africa used to say this when things seemed overwhelming. I never saw it as wishing the time away but as a means of throwing one's heart over present obstacles. And boy! has this week thrown up obstacles!

Last weekend Eldest had a small contre temps with a bathroom door and it transpires that the top joint of her fourth finger disintregated. It was a small knock but the x-ray showed that the fibromalgia has triggered arthritis and her hand bones are fairly brittle. She has her left hand trussed up and in a sling which has rendered her balance worse than ever. She is left-handed so is somewhat stuck- dressing, washing, eating, using her stick, all hopeless.

She arrived with us Wednesday evening and it has taken my Mom, Youngest and I to cope with her. Last night she went to the Hub for two nights.

Monday I received notice on the Studio. The owner has been extraordinarily kind to me as the rent was just impossible to find from mid-December, but its still sad to be packing up. Youngest and I, plus her very generous boyfriend, Scout, are planning to do a coupla car loads this afternoon.

Boo hoo...

There's been other stuff too but we won't go there.

I had tea with a friend on Wednesday afternoon and she sent me away with jam from her garden, eggs from her hens, and mince from her cow! Eldest wondered if L. knew she was feeding us for the week- probably! How very kind people can be- and the jam tastes like bottled summer gardens, as only home grown jam can!