Here are the apples of my eye, making apple juice and peeling, coring, and slicing apples to be dried in the generous autumn sun.
Yum.
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Apple pie. Apple cider. Apple juice. Baked apples, cinnamon and sugar. Applesauce. Warm, apple smell drifting around the kitchen and enveloping you like a mohair scarf. Apple picking. Apple crates. Apples coming out your ears.
Here are the apples of my eye, making apple juice and peeling, coring, and slicing apples to be dried in the generous autumn sun.
Here are the apples of my eye, making apple juice and peeling, coring, and slicing apples to be dried in the generous autumn sun.
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