Tuesday, July 26, 2011
When I was expecting my eldest daughter I had cravings for anything sour, mostly fruit, and would stop by the greengrocers on the way home to buy a variety of fruits that I would then eat for supper. I guess things could have been worse, I could have craved cakes. Supper would also consist of sliced cucumbers in vinegar some nights. That craving for tart had to be fed!
The apples that I always chose were Bramleys. These were big, mis-shaped apples that were very sour and usually used in cooking when sugar would be added. They were often termed 'cooking apples'. I haven't seen them in Newfoundland, and may just have to grow them if I want them.
This little painting I did in about 30 minutes while clearing off the remaining oil paint off my palette before starting fresh. Its 5 x 7 on canvas panel and a memory painting which are good to try now and then as long as you don't expect perfection.
After supper tonight I looked out the window and saw Tripod. Do you think he needs to go on suicide watch or is doing his version of a Tiananmen Square-type protest over something? That cat concerns me...