66 Square Feet: Apple soup

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Apple soup

So I thought about the apple soup, and then I made it. It is one of those wonderful things: utterly surprising, and entirely delicious. I am very happy.

The recipe is next door at (the Food).

3 comments:

Tzipporah said...: Ack! Your formatting has gone all wonky. Did you make everything full justified? Looks crazy in IE8. Also, how did the Don react to your return?; February 22, 2011 2:31 PM
Marie said...: Jeepers, thanks for telling me. I was living in Firefox land where all was well, and yes, and fixed now. And the Don is unimpressed, as usual...; February 22, 2011 2:50 PM
Beence said...: Oy, sorry about that Tzipporah, the formatting error was my fault. IE8 should now look normal. Thanks for reporting it!!!

The Don's reaction to our return? Yawn. Where are my pellets? ;-); February 22, 2011 2:51 PM

Manifesto

What is 66 Square Feet About?

It's about gardening in tight spaces. It's about how to live with a man and a cat in a tiny apartment with a tiny terrace. It's about photos, and friends, and inspiration and blackspot on the roses. It's about food and cooking over an open flame. It's about wine. And water. And watering...And picnics. It's about seasons without and within. It's about New York, and about South Africa. It's about where I go, and what I come back to: a terrace twelve-and-three-quarters by five-and-a-quarter feet wide.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes