Many Sundays I start the day unsure of where the day will take me. I eat breakfast, push through the last of last week's Wall Street Journals, piss around a bit. Then something seizes me and I'm off on a project. I had multiple options yesterday. Finish painting the woodshed. Move wood into the woodshed. Caulk the shedbarn. Take out and re-place the window in the sliding shed door, caulk and re-paint it. Reglaze windows on the house. Start tightening up the house for winter. But first, since it was cool, I put dough materials into the breadmaker and chose a recipe for apple breakfast cake. While the dough percolated, I moved some wood into the woodshed and finished cutting the grass.
I went out to pick up fallen apples from the cooking apple tree, brought them in and peeled one and had a piece. I don't remember ever tasting a better apple. A sweet, complex flavor with a teeny bit of tartness at the end. I made the bread filling with the apples, some raisins, brown sugar, nutmeg and ginger (instead of the cardamom the recipe called for that I don't have). It was heavenly. And that's when yesterday's project seized me.
I picked (up) more apples and made an apple pie. Then I picked more apples and made an apple-sausage-cheese pie on phyllo dough because I ran out of pie crusts. Then I ran out of time. Peeling and cutting away bad parts is pretty time consuming! I'm really thankful for the cold, spitty day that was yesterday, because now I have enough food put away to last me the rest of the week. I'll need it too - fire stuff will consume most weekday evenings this week, and all day Saturday.
I went on my first call over the weekend! A 2am EMS call where I sped down to the station, rode the ambulance, and then stood around in the background as about 5 people took care of the patient. A frequent flier who had stabbed herself on purpose while drunk.
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