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The nearby orchards are offering pick-your-own apples for half-price. Quick now! Before more hard freezes turn the fruit to mush.
In 15 minutes, i picked half a bushel of Macouns and Jonagolds. The apple-picking was really an excuse to be outdoors on a beautiful fall afternoon.
Now there's the cooking and storing of the apples, which creates a bit of stress the moment i return home with my bounty.
Fried apples--fried in butter with a drizzle of maple syrup (or brown sugar), and a good salting--reminds me of fall breakfasts when i was growing up. Applesauce is easy and my sweetie adores it.
That still leaves a nearly-full bag of apples sitting in the cold, dark garage awaiting more inventiveness.
Stress in disguise.
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