Girl with dog and torch

Apples.  I know that it’s spring, and berry time.  I’m ready to make berry tarts, folds, crumbles, and buckles.  But my love of loves isn’t sure he likes berry desserts, so I’m hanging onto apples–the fruit of fall–for long enough to make an apple pie this weekend.

I made bread last night, braided loaves with asiago, salt, butter, rosemary, and thyme kneaded in.  They turned out beautifully, rose full and fat, and kept their curvy plaits.  I would have taken photos, but they were all eaten up, used in Chapel for communion and then shared immediately.  But I’m making them again, maybe next weekend.  For now, though, it’s all about the apples.