As seasons changed from summer to fall this year my life also was making transitions. I became an ordained minister, emptied my house in Florida and traveled back to Illinois where life on this planet began for me.
There is at least one good reason for this excursion, my mother needs help in her later years. She says, “Everything is wearing out!” More clarity surfaces on that topic each time we exit doctor’s offices. Never the less, we keep as cheerful as possible.
Unbeknownst to others,one of my first stops was beneath the only Grimes Golden apple tree left on our farm. How thankful I was that it was not laden with poisonous sprays as I reached, snatched and sank my teeth into this little rare feast. If it is possible to simultaneously savor and scarf an apple, I did it.
Next, one large bag was located in my car and filled with these golden goodies. The flavor is nearly impossible to describe. They are small, sweet yet tart…very juicy and crunchy not mealy; it has a unique flavor impossible to describe. Granny Smith gets close, perhaps. My plan, make the familiar and popular (to our family) apple crisp enjoyed almost daily (harvest permitting) while growing up.
Navigating this Illinois territory is difficult on so many levels and for so many reasons. It occurs to me, how spoiled my life had become. I had been surrounded by the best of everything,from food stores with every alternative food to churches and of course wonderful warm weather of Central Florida, not to mention friends and sweet family.
Now, suddenly, I have landed just in time for beautiful fall colors and winter snows, all the while discovering a food desert. Very bitter sweet, like those apples. YIKES! Where in the world is Costco, Whole Foods Market? Where does one find all my favorite ingredients for baking and cooking? “Excuse me, do you carry organic vegetables? I will settle for frozen, if necessary!” Repeatedly, I ask…repeatedly, responses are disappointing.
Weeks later, now, and I am coming out of culture shock and finally getting a grip on what to expect while grieving certain losses. Courageously, I tell myself,”I will do my best under these circumstances”… No goji berries,either? I will manage…
Golden grimes became more “golden” when I got to thinking about things. As for the recipe itself,unfortunately, I have never measured any of these ingredients, so it will get passed on via shoulder to shoulder kitchen, time until later. As I navigate this geographic territory with more success, you will see more food posts.
As for now, I have been experimenting with aqua faba, and alternative “creaminess” with potatoes and basmati rice. There will be more to come and hopefully soon as I am chilling’ in Illinois!