My 4-year-old dropped the camera. I asked him to get it for me so I could take a picture of putting italian plums on the dehydrator. I shouldn't have asked him to get it, but he does manage to carry things most of the time without dropping them. So, there won't be pictures of the plum project.
In addition to the dried plums (prunes), I'm also making some pureed plum jam-we discovered this two years ago when I had pureed plums to make fruit leather, but decided, last minute, to make jam instead, and we all really liked the texture of the pureed fruit jam, so we've done apricot jam this way as well.
Monday, September 26, 2011
Thursday, September 22, 2011
Update
I haven't posted in nearly a month. We've been busy with soccer and stuff around the yard, and, whenever something interesting happens, I post about it on facebook, so my mom is right, facebook reduces blog posting.
To finish off my last post, we got the honey strained, and here's what we ended up with:
It's a bit of a sad fruit year, the trees don't have much on them (with a couple of exceptions), the apples all fell before they were ripe. There weren't very many nectarines, so we ate a couple and dried the rest.
The peach tree finally has ripe peaches on it. Just a few, but the bonus of not-very-many peaches is that you get ones like this:
To finish off my last post, we got the honey strained, and here's what we ended up with:
We've already eaten most of one pint. The boys LOVE J's recipe for biscuits (that he got out of the Magic Thief book) with "fresh, homemade" honey.
It's a bit of a sad fruit year, the trees don't have much on them (with a couple of exceptions), the apples all fell before they were ripe. There weren't very many nectarines, so we ate a couple and dried the rest.
The peach tree finally has ripe peaches on it. Just a few, but the bonus of not-very-many peaches is that you get ones like this:
And here's a picture for my mom. Baby E has discovered the washing machine. He likes to watch the water and clothes swirl around. It's pretty funny to watch him bounce up and down in excitement.
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