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Oct. 14th, 2018 05:24 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dchenesWe will not speak of last October, except to say that I didn't have the energy to go on the usual pilgrimage to Wilson Farm, and therefore I missed my annual hot cider donuts.
Yesterday it occurred to me that this is the weekend of the Festival Week of Sts. Ghislain and Edwige (St. Ghislain's feast day is Oct 9, and St. Edwige's feast day is Oct 16, and when you find out there are two saints' days with names like that exactly a week apart, what else is there to do but declare a Festival Week? And yes, I know it's probably pronounced Edviga, but it's spelled like it's pronounced Edwidge, so that's how I pronounce it), and I usually observe it on its weekend with the pilgrimage to Wilson Farm and hot cider donuts. But yesterday it rained and was cold and wet and awful all day and I was trying to finish reading a book anyway (finished it this morning), so today was pilgrimage day.
It only took me an hour to get there, and they went and moved the cider donut operations to the other side of the building, so it took me a while to find them. But I found them, and all's right with the world this year because cider donuts and Macoun apples still exist for purchase. I also found the Mutsu apples and bought six, two of which were really ridiculously large. One of the ridiculous ones got bruised all to hell riding around in the bag on the way home, so I had it for lunch at 4:30.
Anyway, while I was sort of in the neighborhood, I went to Penzey's and restocked the spices and such I was running out of. That's another annual pilgrimage, although sometimes it happens in the spring. But I couldn't face a winter without celery flakes, which go in soup stock and keep me from finding liquid celery in the bottom of the fridge two weeks after I make soup stock. So now I have celery flakes again. And dill and garlic powder and bay leaves and dried shallots.
The Trader Joe's at Western Ave kept me from having to haul the apples and the spices and various other odds and ends all the way to Coolidge Corner, and I ended up coming home on the 86 with two heavy grocery bags and a sore shoulder. Glad I decided not to do a pool review session tonight; I wouldn't have been in any shape to get out of bed tomorrow morning.
So, it's been pilgrimage day and the sore spot on my soul from having missed last year has quit bothering me. And now I have to find space in the pantry for the great big jar of dried shallots. There are worse problems to have, however.
Yesterday it occurred to me that this is the weekend of the Festival Week of Sts. Ghislain and Edwige (St. Ghislain's feast day is Oct 9, and St. Edwige's feast day is Oct 16, and when you find out there are two saints' days with names like that exactly a week apart, what else is there to do but declare a Festival Week? And yes, I know it's probably pronounced Edviga, but it's spelled like it's pronounced Edwidge, so that's how I pronounce it), and I usually observe it on its weekend with the pilgrimage to Wilson Farm and hot cider donuts. But yesterday it rained and was cold and wet and awful all day and I was trying to finish reading a book anyway (finished it this morning), so today was pilgrimage day.
It only took me an hour to get there, and they went and moved the cider donut operations to the other side of the building, so it took me a while to find them. But I found them, and all's right with the world this year because cider donuts and Macoun apples still exist for purchase. I also found the Mutsu apples and bought six, two of which were really ridiculously large. One of the ridiculous ones got bruised all to hell riding around in the bag on the way home, so I had it for lunch at 4:30.
Anyway, while I was sort of in the neighborhood, I went to Penzey's and restocked the spices and such I was running out of. That's another annual pilgrimage, although sometimes it happens in the spring. But I couldn't face a winter without celery flakes, which go in soup stock and keep me from finding liquid celery in the bottom of the fridge two weeks after I make soup stock. So now I have celery flakes again. And dill and garlic powder and bay leaves and dried shallots.
The Trader Joe's at Western Ave kept me from having to haul the apples and the spices and various other odds and ends all the way to Coolidge Corner, and I ended up coming home on the 86 with two heavy grocery bags and a sore shoulder. Glad I decided not to do a pool review session tonight; I wouldn't have been in any shape to get out of bed tomorrow morning.
So, it's been pilgrimage day and the sore spot on my soul from having missed last year has quit bothering me. And now I have to find space in the pantry for the great big jar of dried shallots. There are worse problems to have, however.
