There is no bad fruit, just people who don't know what to do with it....

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I have lately been a little obsessed with food preservation.   Well I guess it's that time of year.  And, no this is definitely not a food blog.  Like if you read about my little experiment drying figs in the convection oven, remember, experiment is the operative word.  That was mostly disaster unless you wanted to pulverize the dried fruit and use it like wierd sugar or something.  So when I finally lucked into a fig chutney recipe (thank you Terry Narva!) my world was made complete.  Finally after 15 plus years I have discovered something delicious to do with the figs growing outside my door .  I think one of  the trick with figs is the riper the better.  Stay tuned for more fig obsession.

Dreaming a Little of Summer

Sometimes photos really can take you back - like right now I'm dreaming about this warm summer day at Chanticleer Garden just outside Philadelphia, close to where I grew up.

I pretty much like anyplace that has koi. 

And who knew pond scum could be so beautiful?

 It's a well endowed, small, public garden with twelve groundskeepers.  Each of them gets their area to nurture and do as they will (well not exactly like that but there are distinct personalities).  It's  a little quirky with bathrooms fashioned after Japanese teahouses,

 

 

 

 fields of nerine lilies,

 little fairy boxes with plant lists inside, fieldstone staircases, and cottage gardens. 

 

 

 

 

 

 Plus, as I recall, nothing is labeled (hence the plant list boxes)....which I like in a garden.  I find all those tags and names and reading just highly distracting in the garden. 

 

 

 

There's a little something whacky about it and yet  it's really classic too (hello lead mullioned windows on balcony).  I'd go back again.  Maybe at a different time of year.  Come to think of it, would be fun to do a whole tour of gardens of Philadelphia.

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Starting to have a thing for Purple

 

I made some grape juice the other day....it was super fun and easy although ultimately a little sticky.....I just piled the washed grapes in a steamer and let it do it's magic.  And there was a little dionysian mystery involved as the first batch came out, what my friend described as, looking like paintwater when she watercolors.  That's code for muddy greyish, greenish, brown....and then the second batch came out looking like.....well pretty dang delicious. I could go on and on and thank goodness this blog is providing an outlet, as I have been banned from discussing any  more of the intricacies of making grape juice at my house.  And I think I've developed a fondness for drinking grape juice warm!!

 

 

Plus wondering how lovely it would be to drink the grape juice from this Juliska pressed amethyst  glass goblet?  Which begs the question, how exactly do the utensils you use while dining change the experience?  Off to work as I ponder the question for the day.  And fairly soon here, we shall be finished our fall reset and shall have some photos for you.

 

top photo courtesy Ms Becky Tonkin and bottom photo courtesy Juliska

Fall Flowers that I LIke

 

More shots from New York Now show.....I always see flowers that make me happy.

 

John Derian Melamine Plates

I told you that the camera and I haven't been spending too much time together.....hence going back in the photo bank to some shots from the New York Now show....John Derian melamine plates...in stock now and may we say looking pretty fun and fabulous....I'd love to eat a big green salad on this floriferous plate. 

The First Days of Fall and the End of the Wedding Season....

The first days of fall, the rain has returned, the chill is in the air, our wedding season is coming to a close.  We had the particular pleasure this summer of working with lots of brides with strong visions for their weddings.  Which made us very happy.  Deep gratitude and big thanks to all our brides and their friends and family for letting us do what we do best.

All Fired Up

Note to self:  I know you especially love burning a candle in the dark wee hours of these fall and winter mornings.  It's just a great way to start the day. But  make every effort to blow those candles out before you leave home! 

Like maybe I need to make a ginormous note to self and post it by the front door.  

Wondering if there is a hashtag for "almost burned the house down"?