friday feast: le poème de la pomme


photo by Suburban Paparazzi.

Happy Autumn!

You look mahvelous! Did you know you’re the apple of my eye?☺

In honor of Johnny Appleseed’s 235th birthday tomorrow, I’m going all apple-y today. I LOVE apple season. Talk about a perfect fruit. “A” is definitely for Apple, and an apple a day keeps writer’s block away (hee).

I’m looking forward to gorging myself on apple cider, pie, muffins, crumble, fritters, dumplings, and pancakes. I love apples in fresh salads and relishes, and with a little peanut butter at snacktime. And don’t apples have the best names? I wouldn’t mind being called English Beauty, Kerry Irish Pippin or Empress (you may curtsy now). Can’t imagine the fun I could have with Rambo, Sops of Wine, Doctor Hogg. And I just learned there’s an apple called Hawai’i, a cross between Golden Delicious and Gravenstein. It’s a gourmet dessert apple with the fragrance and flavor of pineapples!

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