Who put the ape in apricot?
When I was little, I was always impatient with Fred Flintstone because when the cat threw him out for the night, he pounded on the door to have Wilma let him in, when he could have easily climbed in the window, because there was NO GLASS! I always dreamed that I would marry someone like Roger Ramjet, and we could eat Proton Energy Pills, and I wouldn’t have to cook… .
Well, you guessed it! I married Fred, in all his Water Buffalo glory. I’m suing Hanna Barbera, for mental anguish, and for letting me think that cartoons weren’t based on real life. Not only did I get Fred, but I have Bugs Bunny, Elmer Fudd, and the Tasmanian Devil with a little Snidely Whiplash mixed in. Complete with sound effects! Picture this – you are tenderly counting your chickens (already hatched ones) from the hatchery. As your doing this, Fred DH is has one in the air, strafing the ground troops chicks on the floor of the brooder. Luckily chickens don’t remember their first days.
But I do know what side my bread is buttered on. DH has decided – UGH! ME MAN, DO MAN STUFF (thump chest) YOU WOMAN, DO WOMAN STUFF!! (Unless he decides he needs help.) So today while he was at work, we did both. Henry is looking for love in all the wrong places, and I have to move him and his harem, which he tiring of, past the sweet young things that are bawling their brains out, calling for him.
So, we are moving the girls again, which meant lightly fixing some bad fence, that is going to come out, just not yet.
Pebbles DD is putting backside insulators on these T-posts, so we can run a hot wire on the side the heifers will be on. She had already looked for missing clips on the barb wire and replaced those. The bull side already has a hot wire in offset insulators. This only needs to work for about 10 minutes, and then Henry and the herd will go through the woods, and I can bring them back around to the other side of the ridge. Out of sight helps, but is no guarantee. I’m keeping my batteries charged and Fred DH built me some nice gates this weekend. So I’m keeping my fingers crossed, because there is no way those heifers are keeping their legs crossed if they get out.
Guys: quit reading here right now! This is girl stuff!
I usually try the manipulative sweet way to get things moving, so I decided while scheduling DH’s every waking minute after he comes home, that I would bake him a pie to keep things going smoothly. You see, I want him to cut hay until dark, or until the grass gets tough, which ever happens first. And, even though he has made it law himself, that I don’t have to mow that hay, he still wants to complain about the fact that he has to do it. And, despite the glowing post on our anniversary, a lot happens in 30 years. Picture a couple of stiff legged dogs walking around each other with their hackles up. You get the picture. If there is two ways to do something and come up with the same result – that’s what we will do. Sometimes, I wonder when you hear a spouse “accidentally” ran over the other spouse with an RV or car, if it was an accident. You know what I mean?? Sometimes when I’m hallucinating, the words printed on my mirrors on my pickup say, “Objects in the mirror are close to getting backed over, if they don’t quit gesturing like that!” Then my eyes clear and I back up safely. With a smile on my face. 😉
Don’t get me wrong, I like our roles, and I like working on the fence in hot weather, but I wish someone else would bake that pie. But, I promised a snack after work, and no dinner until the hay is cut!
So now what do I do? He doesn’t care what kind of pie I make, but, I have to come up with something and not make it too hard on myself. I am deathly against getting something out of the freezer, and the apples or blackberries aren’t ready yet. Hmmm, do think he’s right? I should manage my own time better, and let him be? He’s right!
What would Wilma do in a crisis like this? I know, be frugal, and improvise. The smell of apricots was beckoning to me. It’s a running joke here that I can’t follow a recipe. So guilty as charged. I make them up as I go – DH says the last 30 years has been a Culinary Blur, he says it’s a compliment, but I’m not sure… . How can I believe he is being truthful, when it took him 15 years of eating mincemeat pie with meat, before he confessed, that at first it grossed him out. He calls me the “Intimidator.”
So here is the recipe, try it if you dare.
PROTON ENERGY PIE (In a Pinch Apricot Pie)
The measurements are not critical and to taste.
Pastry for 2-crust 11″ pie
Colander of apricots, that you need to use up
1 cup of sugar (it turned out quite tart, use more if you like sweet fruit pie)
2 tablespoons tapioca starch (it did run over a little, but it set up perfectly – add more if you don’t like to clean your oven, or put the pie on a baking sheet and increase the baking time a little.)
juice of the 1/2 lime still sitting on the counter, that’s drying up
capful of almond extract
Halve and pit apricots, combine all ingredients while you make the crust. Call hubby at work and tell him you’re baking a pie, to get him excited. (You want him to think about how good that pie is going to taste, not how hot is will be in the hayfield.)
Bake at 400* for 15 minutes, continue baking for 45 minutes more (or until done) at 350*.
The pie turned out great, and the hay turned out even better! Thanks Fred! You deserve that pie!