A couple of weeks ago I wrote a post about apples, and history, and Anne Boleyn. Writing it took me back, powerfully, to my school days. Those gossipy anecdotes from history feel as full of juice and crunch as an apple on a crisp autumn morning. They are inextricably tied to memories of new pencils, new timetables, and school bells. Still thinking about nostalgia, I read
Such beautiful writing - and I am also VERY into apples, I love exploring all the different types whenever I go to a National Trust place. We went to the community orchard at the weekend and picked bagfuls of quince and apples and medlars and I will be looking in my 18th century cookbooks to get some ideas of what to do with them.
Such beautiful writing - and I am also VERY into apples, I love exploring all the different types whenever I go to a National Trust place. We went to the community orchard at the weekend and picked bagfuls of quince and apples and medlars and I will be looking in my 18th century cookbooks to get some ideas of what to do with them.
Thank you! There is something very romantic about apples. I'd love to know what recipes you end up going with!