Apple-picking

It was way too hot for apple-picking today, but we went anyway, because it's always fun, and also, there are fresh cider doughnuts. This is how we know it's autumn, even if it's 80 degrees outside: cider doughnuts, chased by ice-cold apple cider pressed at the orchard.

There are many, many apples in my fridge now, and some slightly underripe Bosc pears in the fruit bowl. Sometime before I leave for London, I need to find time to can applesauce and/or apple chutney. Right now, though, I am tired, and plan to spend the rest of the day doing laundry, knitting the last section of the baby blanket, and generally sitting on my ass.



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Two more from the kinkmeme

I know, I know, I should probably stop writing for this thing. I get bored sometimes, okay?

This time, there's another voyeurism story, Donna/Rose - Rose seduces Donna, and the Doctor secretly watches; and also something for the Ten/Handy/Rose fanciers, Ten/Rose/Hand!Ten - Rose bondage with blindfold, doesn't know which Doctor is doing what.

As always, author's notes at the master list, and slightly edited versions of the stories at Teaspoon.

Dinner

Black bean and veggie quesadillas, topped with the prettiest pico de gallo in the universe.

The orange and brown tomatoes and the jalapeño are from the CSA; the pink tomato, garlic, and parsley are from my garden. (columbina has the defective cilantro gene, so no cilantro for us.) The shallot is from Whole Foods, so I fail slightly at fully local food, but trust me, it tastes delicious anyway.