Eight apple pies have been assembled and stashed in the freezer: (3) Northern Spy; (4) Westfield-Seek-No-Further; (1) mix of Westfield-Seek-No-Further and Esopus Spitzenburg. I'll be interested how that one tastes, as I haven't baked with Spitzenburgs before. I've still got a crisper drawer full of Hunt Russets, Roxbury Russets, Ribston Pippins, Cox Orange Pippins, and some remaining Spitzenburgs.
For the three people left on the planet who haven't noticed, I'm an apple snob. I grew up in Upstate NY, which along with Minnesota is the absolute center of REAL apples. Most of the good varietals came out of the experimental agriculture stations in either NY or MN, and I grew up on Baldwins, Jonathans, Macouns, Northern Spys and the like. Then we moved to Connecticut, and I was shocked to discover that there are people who actually think that Red Delicious is an apple. It's not an apple, it's a marketing ploy. Blech. Try a REAL apple, and you'll know what I'm talking about. Find a local orchard. Look for the old heirloom varietals. Life is too short to eat fake apples.
Also accomplished: sixteen pans of shortbread. Eight of those are destined for the mailroom staff at work. Two went across the street to Alison who came over with her snowblower and cleared out our driveway. One is on the coffee table (and disappearing.) The other three are the beginning of the stockpile for my cookie plates.
Four dozen or so pecan tarts. I've got filling left over, so I'll need to make some more dough. I love them, but they're such a pain to make.
I'm about halfway through the peanut butter cookie dough I'll get about 60 of them made before I need to repurpose the oven for dinner. The dough for the Russian Tea Cakes is mixed and in the fridge. The dough for the ice box cookies is mixed, rolled and chilling.
Once the peanut butter cookies that I have panned are done, I'll put in the pork roast and sauerkraut. Dumplings on top when they're done. Just the thing for a cold, windy winter day. At least if you come from a German family.
Hmm. Peanut butter cookies, pork roast, and sauerkraut. Going to be an interesting aroma for Bob to walk in to.
And my boss thought I was over-achieving when I bought sixteen pounds of butter at Costco...