Showing posts from October, 2010

Meet the Apple Master

Our apple tree is loaded this year - so much so that it's resting half of it's branches on the ground.
Along with baking pies and making applesauce, I decided to dehydrate apple rings for an upcoming backpacking trip. I went to Fleet Farm to get an apple corer but ended up bringing home an Apple Master.  "Quickly Pares, Cores & Slices in one easy motion!" Sounds too good to be true... I had my doubts that the Apple Master would really work. 
The first step was to spear the apple through the core. Then I turned the crank and giggled with delight because the Apple Master actually works. And it works WELL! The sliced and peeled apple slid right off of the core. The slices were still connected so to make rings, I just cut all the way through one side of the apple. Next, I placed the rings in a solution of 1/2 C. honey, 1/2 C. water, and the juice of half a lemon. Then I loaded up the trays of my dehydrator. I wish I had more trays! The apples turned out great and the Apple Ma…

I love that...

When you crest a certain hill on the drive to our farm, if you know just where to look, you can see our silos poking above the trees. I love that!

Adjusting to Country Living

My life has changed drastically in the past few months; I sold my house, got married, and moved to the country. I've lived in small cities my whole life and was brought up camping, hiking, fishing and canoeing. While I have an appreciation for the outdoors, I understand now that I am, by no means, a country girl. Don't get me wrong, I love living in the country; it's just different. This is what I've learned so far about country living:

- You can’t get a queen-sized bed up an old farmhouse stairway.

- There are monsters in the corn, I swear. And one of these mornings when I take the garbage out, they’re going to get me.

- 80mph winds can rip a door off the barn.

- Twenty minutes: the amount of time it takes for the Fire Department to arrive when your silo might be on fire.

- Cows bite. Hard!

- When the power goes out, you can’t flush the toilet. No power = no well pump. (This one was a real eye-opener for someone who’s had city water their whole life.)

- The barn is cleaned (…