Here's pie in your eye

Our trees are laden with apples this year, so I've put a few of them to good use. After some recent blustery weather, a lot of the riper apples have fallen. Those left on the trees are still pretty small and not so ripe. So, I rummaged around on the ground for a few apples nice enough for a tarte aux pommes. I thawed some applesauce that I made two years ago for the base (under the sliced apples) of the pie.

Dessert is served!

I cleaned up the apples, peeled them and sliced them for the top. There were some blemishes that I trimmed out. The crust is my standard pâte brisée (short crust). It's really easy and quick to put together with the food processor, except for some resting time between steps. The top is glazed with Ken's home-made plum jelly. Yum!

Breaking news...

Nothing's happening. This is the state of the grapes out back. They're looking good, but I've seen no evidence of harvesting, yet. It could happen any time now.

Grapes on the vine.

The days are getting shorter, of course, and now I can feel it. It's dark when I get up in the morning and the sun doesn't rise until after 7h30. We're about a week away from the equinox. Pretty soon the hunting season will start.

Castle and bridge

A typical sight in the Dordogne Valley. I can't tell you which castle this is. I probably should do the research and try to figure it out. But I'm too lazy and it's my morning to walk Tasha (maybe those two things cancel each other out, but I'm too lazy to... you get it).

If you recognize this château, let me know.

We're still in the chilly zone. Two of our neighbors (four of us in the hamlet have riding mowers) have cut their grass in the past two days. Over achievers. I think it's too cold and a little to wet to be riding around on the mower, and I'm lazy (see above), so I'm waiting for the predicted warmer, dryer days ahead. I hope the forecasters are right.

Oisons

Not to be outdone by the chickens, goslings (baby geese) were also roaming free at this place we visited not far from Sarlat. These particular goslings look like they're enjoying some down time. Tuckered out from all that running around, I suppose.

A gaggle of goslings?

It's still chilly this morning and the heat came on again. It doesn't stay on long, just enough to bump the temperature up a degree or so. They say we're in for a warm up soon. I can see the grass growing.

Old mother hen?

I don't know how old this bird is. I don't know if it's a mother. I don't even know if it's a hen. And those chicks... are they hers/his? I just don't know.

I'm reasonably sure that it's a chicken.

This morning, the outdoor thermometer says we're in the single digits. It's just under 10ºC (about 50ºF). The central heat hasn't kicked in, so the house is chilly. **Correction: the heat did come on just after I typed that. Today is haircut day.

One last look

Before we leave Sarlat, here's another rooftop look at the city's center. That's the bell tower of the Saint-Sacerdos cathedral.

What a beautiful day it was!

Things that make you go hmmm...

I don't know what this is, other than a vase of flowers. Given the photo's place in the overall order, I'm pretty sure I took it inside the cathedral of Saint-Sacerdos in Sarlat. Beyond that, I'm sure of nothing.

Maybe it's sitting on a tomb or some other kind of memorial?

We're thinking that the central heating may have a chance to come on this week. It kicks in when the indoor temperature gets below 18.5ºC (65ºF). This morning, it's 19.5º in the house.

The nave

I took this photo several dozen steps behind where I stood for yesterday's photo. It's still St.-Sacerdos in Sarlat.

Le nef (the nave) in Saint-Sacerdos, Sarlat.

I think the meteorological folks have made their point this year. We're having very fall-like weather with rain and low temperatures, and the equinox just under two weeks away. Mornings are starting to fee "crisp." Lows are predicted to drop this week, and we'll see (or feel) single digits toward the end. Joy.

Cathédrale Saint-Sacerdos

This, I believe, is part of the interior of the cathedral in central Sarlat, Saint-Sacerdos. It was built in the gothic style beginning in the early twelfth century. Construction continued into the seventeenth century, according to Wikipedia.

It might be where I was standing, but it looks like parts of the building have shifted over time.

The men's final (US Open) is today in New York. I'll record it overnight (time difference) and watch it on Monday. Today I'll try to watch the two semi-finals and the women's final, but that's a lot of tennis to fit into one day. And on Monday afternoon I'm driving Ken up the polyclinic in Blois. He's got a post surgery check-up with the eye surgeon. I may not get to the men's final until Tuesday.

A provençal kind of dish

I took photos of the pissaladière I made last week, but they didn't come out well. This is the best one. It's not really une pissaladière authentique since there are no anchovies. I also used some green olives (I was low on black olives), which I don't think is common. At any rate, the pizzas were delicious. I caramelized onions on a low simmer with oregano and thyme and a soupçon of sugar for the topping. I've since put black olives on the shopping list.

The second of two pizzas. Next time I'll make more caramelized onions to better cover the crust.

It rained most of the night and it continues this morning. I don't think I'll go to the market in the rain. There's nothing we really need, so I'll wait until next week.

A sign with wine

Here's another one of those metal signs from central Sarlat. This one makes me smile. And thirsty.

Who would like some wine?

The end of August is normally when the French government sends out income tax notices, explaining how much you owe or what your refund will be. They also send out the annual property tax bills at the same time. I've been anxiously awaiting our notices, but they hadn't come. So I went on the tax web site and submitted a question asking why I haven't received them and what I should do.

Before I got an answer, I figured out where to find the property tax bill, so now I've got it and everything is normal. Then I got the response from the income tax people that I should expect my tax notice to be available on the second of October. Odd, but at least it's a positive response and I can stop panicking about it.

More signs

Here are two more restaurant signs that I saw in central Sarlat. I liked the play of shapes and the light.

You gotta love a restaurant called "The plate of foie gras."

I got in touch with the landscape contractor yesterday (he answered my email right away!) and he set the date for our annual hedge trimming. Well, not the exact date. It will be "début décembre" (early December), depending on weather and other things. So that's one less thing that we need to worry about this fall. Next thing: firewood.

The King's Mill

That's the name of this restaurant tucked away in central Sarlat. "Roy" is an older spelling of roi, which means "king." All things royal belong to the king. It's good to be the king. Unless you're Louis XVI.

These table settings are much more lively than the bed clothes.

I got up just before 6h30 this morning. It was still very dark outside, but I could see that we're socked in. The air is still and foggy. Relative humidity is up to 91% and the temperature is 16ºC (60ºF).

Good news, bad news

The good news is that Tasha's groomer is going to have a baby. The bad news is that she's stopping work two weeks before Tasha's grooming appointment and won't return until April. The first time I've made an appointment well in advance, it's all for naught. Now we'll have to find another groomer.

It looks like they used bed clothes to set these restaurant tables in Sarlat.

Our home heating fuel was delivered yesterday, as expected. Now we're set, if not ready, for the coming winter. The next thing is to get some firewood delivered.

And this morning, it's raining outside.

Rue Landry

I was intrigued by these passages. They're nothing more than the spaces between buildings, begging for exploration.

La rue Landry, Sarlat.

Yesterday morning, our home weather station reported that the outdoor humidity was at 98%. Yikes! Fortunately, the temperature was cool and it felt comfortable. As the day progressed, the humidity level dropped to more normal levels. By the way, I don't really know how accurate our little weather station is, both with regard to temperature and humidity. We have a second thermometer that also measures humidity out on the deck, and the two of them more or less agree. More or less.

Astronomic or meteorological?

I was taught that the position of the earth relative to the sun marked the change in seasons. Thus, fall starts on the autumnal equinox (on or around the 21st of September) and ends at the winter solstice (on or around the 21st of December). In recent decades, however, I've noticed that more and more people tie the seasons to whole months. Thus, fall starts today, September 1st, and ends on November 30. Winter begins on December 1st, and so on.

Another view of the Saturday market in Sarlat.

The seasons change as the earth's tilt moves toward and away from the sun. The equinoxes occur when the sun is tilted neither toward nor away from the sun. It's the astronomic definition of the seasons, tied to a natural cosmic cycle. The calendar-based meteorological definition seems more or less arbitrary to me, although I've read that it is tied to the earth's average temperature cycle. It looks to me, however, that it's tied simply to the calendar.

So, if you go by the meteorological definition of the seasons, happy fall! If you follow the astronomic definition, you've still got three more weeks of summer ahead.