Harvest Time and Apple Memories
The tree is a Mantet apple purchased locally from Cashman Nursery. Fragrant and flavorful, it ripens early, which was one of the reasons for its purchase. Now ten years old, the tree produces well. It's just a battle beating the birds to the fruit. It would be nice if we could leave the fruit on the tree just a little longer so that it could ripen fully. Tonight I found an apple that had escaped the beaks of the inquisitive birds. Fully ripe, it was delicious, pretty too.
I was walking down to the dock; Carol was retrieving a couple of just set lemon meringue pies.
Hmmm…. pies I said.
"Do you like lemon meringue?"
Not one to turn down fresh baked goods I could only reply "sure".
"But Carol, you know there's only one kind of pie."
"Really?" she quizzed. "And what kind is that?"
"Apple, of course!"
That night at dinner there were two.
Carol tried, unsuccessfully, to fatten me up for the remainder of the trip.
"Now you come in here and grab a cookie, better have a couple, you're so skinny".
"How about a piece of apple pie too?"
Just like my mom.
I have fond memories of my Mom's baking, the trip to the Canadian wilderness and the Palmer Lake base camp. And to think, apples were involved in all.
Next week… the State of the Plum address. The one year anniversary of this goofy little blog. The plums are ripening. The steelhead are coming!