“As American as apple pie,” the older man said with a chuckle, gesturing toward the field as the next Phillies batter walked up to the plate.
Amelia nodded politely, but once he turned the other way, she rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was her boss’s idea of a free company trip. Sipping margaritas on the beach was so much more her style.
Apple in the orchard, filling up our bushel baskets, apple in the sink, bobbing on the water, apple peels with cinnamon making apple spaghetti, apples cut and boiling in the giant pot on the stove, apples churned and squeezed through to applesauce, apple rings sliced and laid on the dehydrator, applesauce in the downstairs freezer, applesauce half-microwaved with the middle still delicious apple ice.
I used to beg my mom to cut my apple in half across the equator, just to see the star shape the seeds make. You’d never know cutting it from top to bottom. It’s like a secret, a celestial apple.
“As American as apple pie,” the older man said with a chuckle, gesturing toward the field as the next Phillies batter walked up to the plate.
Amelia nodded politely, but once he turned the other way, she rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe this was her boss’s idea of a free company trip. Sipping margaritas on the beach was so much more her style.
Apple in the orchard, filling up our bushel baskets, apple in the sink, bobbing on the water, apple peels with cinnamon making apple spaghetti, apples cut and boiling in the giant pot on the stove, apples churned and squeezed through to applesauce, apple rings sliced and laid on the dehydrator, applesauce in the downstairs freezer, applesauce half-microwaved with the middle still delicious apple ice.
I used to beg my mom to cut my apple in half across the equator, just to see the star shape the seeds make. You’d never know cutting it from top to bottom. It’s like a secret, a celestial apple.