Saturday, September 18, 2010

ticking my box

We stop to read a poster stapled to a tree trunk and he stands behind me, puts a finger at the base of my back and runs his nail slowly and firmly up and down my spine. I want to stretch like a cat in the sun, turn my bare belly towards him and purr.



It is the Bramley season. I like mine stewed slowly with a little sugar and a generous amount of raisins (the apple with shrink, the raisins multiply while it cooks). I lubricate the pan with a glug of green ginger wine and add two large knobs of fresh ginger (unpeeled) for flavour. Remove the raw ginger before serving warm, with cream.

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Where else do you like to be petted?

Ceeej said...

Oh gods, warm bramley apple pie with raisins, cinnamon and rich thick home made custard, my mouth is watering, I think I need to cook

Carnalis said...

anon - i can't think of anywhere i *don't* like to be touched

ceeej - i had apple and blackberry crumble with ice cream today. Lots.

Anonymous said...

Then you are a remarkable lady, Carnalis.