Apple-picking is a quintessential fall thing to do up here in the Northeast. We went to our favorite orchard this past weekend on a day with a sky painted bright blue and sunshine lying heavy and golden on our shoulders. We came home full of cider donuts and with a half-bushel of lovely Macs. I grabbed a stack of my favorite apple recipes–for apple pie and apple crisp, apple butter and apple muffins.
I made apple crisp, and we ate it hot from the oven with vanilla ice cream, melding flavors and temperatures.
Miss M. learned about life cycles and seasonal change using apple trees as examples.
We made chalk pastel apples— unless they were pumpkins!
I have apples on the brain.
And it is rather fun to see how apples have wormed their way into the English language in idioms. And into stories and myths, from the golden apple for the most beautiful that started to Trojan War to the poisoned one that nearly proved Snow White’s undoing.
Apples apples apples. I still have a LOT of them. Anyone care to send your favorite apple recipe my way?