Maybe it was the freshness of a summer morning that put me in such a good mood. Or perhaps it was the sound of the sweet bird songs that gave my heart a lift. But as I returning from checking on mother this morning, I couldn't help but notice the low-hanging fruit on her crabapple tree.
They looked so beautiful that my first thought was to pick a basket full! Well, actually, my very first thought was to grab a few pictures. The color was delightful and I definitely wanted to capture that.
What about crabapple jelly? I tried jelly making years ag,o but with little success, but you know, hope reigns eternal!
A few more pictures and then I would decide whether or not to pick a few.
Crabapples hanging low, against a backdrop of my parents' old country house where I lived from the age of four years.
Leafy greens, red fruit, blue skies. Now I'm really feeling good.
That did it! Off I ran to grab a sack and pick a few.
Back in the kitchen, the crabapples were cleaned and the blossom ends trimmed.
I reached on the shelf for my oldest cookbook, good old Fannie Farmer. As you can see, it's had quite a bit of use. It covers everything imaginable! Of all my many cookbooks, this is my favorite!
I read up on crabapple jelly, spiced crabapples and pickled crabapples and decided on the latter because it was easier and faster of the three. I decided to leave the stems intact; less work; and what the heck, does it really matter?
So may I present my Pickled Crabapples! I tasted one and uh, well, it's not my favorite. Hmm, maybe it'll taste better after it macerates in the syrup for a few days. Or perhaps they weren't quite ready for picking? Or I just don't have a taste for crabapples?
As my sister pointed out, why didn't I just buy the jelly or jam at the store and leave the crabapples in a pretty basket as table decor for a few days? Perhaps she was right. Or I chould have just left all of them for the birds.
Live and learn!
The beauty of all this was discovering the crabapples, appreciating their beauty and the enjoyment of shooting the pictures. Making the recipe was secondary. So all was not a lost cause!
Do you ever get carried away in the excitement of the moment and begin a project that didn't turn out to your liking? Do you then feel frustrated because of the time you spent on the project?