Here is a record of our restoration of a 1928 craftsman. We will be the second family to live in the home. Watch our progress when we prevail and our privation and pratfalls as we do not.
I thought green tomato would be a winner. I made sure to put extra flour in the recipe so it wouldn't be runny like last year's mulberry pie was. The crust I made last night was the best I've ever done. Perhaps my downfall was that I forgot to put tin foil around the pie pan to keep the edge of the crust from getting too well done. Maybe using last year's tomatoes, in the basement freezer since last fall, wasn't a good idea, but anyway the result is once again I came in second out of two entries.
And I couldn't be happier for the second place finish, because first place went to youngest daughter. When driving to the store yesterday for baking supplies she asked if she could make a pie, I said "Sure, what kind?" She thought and answered "Cranberry." We bought a bag of frozen cranberries. When we came home I got out two bags of frozen apples, each one just enought for a pie. She read the directions for apple pie, and did all the mixing and measuring. She added half the cranberries to each set of apples and she made "CranApple" pie.
The winner is shown above with her first place ribbon and the wonderful facepainting done by Mary Richard. Mary won the cake contest with an incredible chocolate cake with a gardenia on the top!
2 comments:
I've been reading your blog (from the beginning) and had to take a moment to thank you for the story about your neighbor Ben, stuck in the bathroom. I read it to my sweetie, and we laughed our heads off.
We're in the process of buying a tiny 1925 cottage in Oakland California, and until the deal goes through, we've been researching appliances and reading restoration blogs. (Love yours!)
I'm glad you like the blog and frankly amazed that anyone would take the time to read the entire thing! (I had to go back and re-read the one about Ben and Amy to remember the whole incident)
At our previous house, older daughter, age 2.5 at the time locked herself in the bathroom. Much coaxing got her to correctly turn the privacy lock. Luckily she was too young to get worried. I immediately removed it and had to hunt hard to find it and put it back on when we moved out 5 years later.
-Mike
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