Stewed crab apples hang in a washed muslin bag
over a pail deep enough to catch the juice,
which drips with sticky sweetness.
The sifted juice then re boiled with added sugar,
turns the juice into pink claret jelly
ready to be carefully stored...
over a pail deep enough to catch the juice,
which drips with sticky sweetness.
The sifted juice then re boiled with added sugar,
turns the juice into pink claret jelly
ready to be carefully stored...
Merril, at dverse poets, has prompted us to pen a 44 word quadrille which must contain some form of the word 'crab'.
I have gone back to my childhood when my mother made crab apple jelly every year.
Here's the link to dverse poets: Crabby Poetry
A recipe poem! Thank you. I hope the memories are happy and delicious.
ReplyDeleteThey are indeed, Merril! Thanks for the prompt!
DeleteNow I’m eager to try some crab apple jelly, Carol, you whetted my appetite with the juice dripping with sticky sweetness and the pink claret colour.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Kim! It is very delicious!
DeleteOh, yum! That sounds delicious
ReplyDeleteIt is, Dwight! Especially spread on fresh bread!
DeleteWow... written by someone who probably knows what she's talking about! That sounds divine!
ReplyDeleteMuch love,
David
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My mother's motto was 'waste not, want not' so each year the crab apples were put to good use.
DeleteMmm...sounds so delicious!
ReplyDeleteIt is really nice! :D
DeleteThat’s one thing I’ve never had, but I’m sure I could find in Pennsylvania.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Melissa! :D
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