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Apples!
Does that bring back memories! When Iwas a child my mother took us to the
apple orchard every year to pick apples. Some years we worked for the orchard
and some we just picked our own but we always had several bushels stored in
the root cellar all winter.
We never saw it as work because mom made it an adventure and fun. She
always packed sandwiches and cold drinks. We spread an old balnket and muched
under the shade f the trees. She
never got after us if we chased each other around in the orchard or ate the
fresh apples. We did get the usual warning about belly aches and never ever
to climb the trees .
Also we canned many to take camping for pies and made apple pies, apple
butter, applesauce and candied apples. And of course cider, donuts, carmel
apples, popcorn and homemade fudge. The aroma stayed in the
house for days.
She had a couple of apple peelers. Papa's favorite was much like the one
above here.
All the peeling were added to papa's compost out back and mixed into the
huge gulley of leaves we raked every year. That gulley with the
peelings was a great place for huge night crawlers that we kids were allowed
to sell to the fishers that came to the county park year round to fish by
land, boat and ice.
this is a country apple quilt, anything to do with apple, cooking,
picking, eating.
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