Autumn would not dare lay a frost this early but leaves calling cards in heavy dew and chill mornings, ripe blackberries and falling apples. I'm thinking is there a greater material pleasure than free food, that my garden can deliver a gourmet meal like this fruit crumble. Though I had to negotiate the mall for the oats and creme fraiche, because I don't have a cow, churning machine or the time to sow and reap wild oats. And this is the compromise, but let's not feel too bad about it.
Dedication to reality is the psychologists definition of sanity ... but it is our dreams that really feed us and they are too often disturbed by the nagging obligations of material existence, and the irritating administrative duties of everyday.
We can never exempt ourselves from the world as it is. So rather than resent the fact I have to shop in soulless malls for oats and cream I try and embrace it as a healthy excursion into the cool reality of how things are.
So the result is a pudding of compromise ... it is not quite free, not entirely flush with personal joy, what with the sharp flourescence of the supermarket and the price of creme fraiche these days, but it tastes good all the same ...
Happy harvesting friends ...
i lived in St. Vincent and the Grenadines for a short time. there fruit was bountiful on trees. i remember a fruit that tasted like roses, not that i know exactly what a rose tastes like, but can you imagine! they do not have to.
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your dessert looks delicious! tomorrow i was thinking of making an apple square, mostly for the smell of it. it is cold here. we wear sweaters.
xo
erin