Of course baking apples are different from eating apples. I don’t know Bramleys-- I usually use Granny Smiths, in mine. But I’ll keep an eye out for it next time I’m making a pie.
Which will probably be a while, now… I’m back close to family again, which means any pie event I attend will also likely be attended by my uncle, and I know enough not to try to compete against him.
I obtained some of those a few years back. Very nice cooking apple. I still like Jonathans, which hold their shape fairly well in a pie (when they are fresh) and have a delightful flavor after they have been baked.
I have also made nice pastries with Caville Blanc, a french cooking apple. It is nicely sour and holds it’s shape INCREDIBLY well. It’s also a very hard apple, so it’s easy to cut it into beautiful thin regular slices.
I have also heard that the Shakers, who cooked collectively, wrote recipes so that random members could step in and cook the same food. They measured everything based on the standard cups and bowls in their kitchens. Or so I read somewhere.
You are clear now, I presume about the antecedent in the second sentence?
I await your reply. If you don’t understand all or any of the nouns in that second sentence, that is not my fault as a sensible question poser, particularly in this thread where some of the said nouns and their constituent parts are under discussion.
The only pronoun in the second sentence is “they”, for which the implied antecedent is obviously “the people who make savory duck”. That’s not the confusing part. The confusing part is what caul, faggots, and crepinettes have to do with each other, a confusion which isn’t helped by the fact that most people have no idea what caul and crepinettes are, and a lot of people have the wrong idea about what faggots are.
Ooh, I had no idea that faggots could be called “savoury ducks”. So I have learned something today.
Tangentially, I had NO idea that faggots were a food until I went to library school in Wales and they appeared on the menu. I expect ye olde traditional home-cooked faggots are different from, and better than, mass-produced ones. Not that the latter are nasty. They’re just sort of meatballs in gloopy sauce. The fact that faggots sold in shops are always named “Mr. Brain’s Faggots” does strike me as a bit off-putting, somehow.