I Wanted To Draw A Bunch Of Fruits And Vegetables For A While Now And Finally Got To It. I Also Can’t

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Good things are coming my way

Apple Butter Recipe

Apple season is coming into full swing where I’m at so we bought a peck and we’re spending the morning making apple butter, which is magical in its own way if you’ve never had it. Just wanted to share the recipe here. 

Apple Butter:

Yields 3 pints

Ingredients:

4 lbs – 16 medium apples (tart)

4 cups sugar

2 tsp. cinnamon

¼ tsp. clove

Directions:

1.    Peel and slice apples.

2.    Cook apples in 2 cups water – until able to mash with potato masher.

3.    Add spices. Cook slowly till pools on spoon – (doesn’t slide off) will be thick –

*If canning to store – process 10 minutes in water bath. Bring water to boil – make sure water covers jars. Wash jars in scalding hot water. Leave jars in hot water until ready to use. Heat lids in pot of water – do not boil. Put apple butter in jars – wipe top of jar mouth – put lid on just until tight. Water bath.

*If not canning, just reduce ingredients and store in fridge.

Winter in the shire

Éowyn by Matthew Stewart

Far over the plain Éowyn saw the glitter of their spears, as she stood still, alone before the doors of the silent house.

Currently Reading.

When I was in 2nd grade, my best friend had a sleepover for his friends. I wasn’t invited. I wasn’t popular enough, or good enough in sports, or cool enough. We had been best friends for 6 years, we grew up together. Then I was tossed aside. For the longest time, it hurt really bad. Now, it’s just a reminder of how little I’m worth.

Life has taught me that I am just a disposable cup.

Like this cup, I don’t have any value, once someone is done with what they want from me, I get discarded. When people are done with my friendship, or tired of my affection, or don’t need my help anymore, I get left behind. I am sometimes left on the table, or forgotten, or tossed in the trash. But all too often, I end up crushed along the side the road.

clarksville greenway // Elijah M. Henderson

Yule Art by Lady Viktoria