My goodness, it’s been a while since I have posted on E.P. Rather than ladle out excuse after excuse for my inattention, let me give you a hint of my next culinary adventure.
Apple Butter. Grandma Alice’s homemade apple butter to be exact. Straight from the Blue Ridge Mountains, cooked in a huge copper pot hung over a wood fire, stirred with what looked like an over-sized garden hoe.
I don’t think it gets more authentic than this.
Came across Grandma Alice’s apple butter at the Appalachian Folk Art Festival in Radford, Virginia. A nice event, complete with a woodcarver, blacksmith, basket weavers, knitters, tatters, fiddle and banjo band, and a lot more. Go see it sometime! Usually happens in mid-October at Radford University.
So now I must go shopping for there are pork chops waiting.
See you soon.