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APPLE RECIPES / FESTIVAL INFO
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<blockquote data-quote="Big Bad Kitty" data-source="post: 77238" data-attributes="member: 3647"><p>See now I am feeling all nostalgic. </p><p></p><p>My family used to go apple picking every year. I mean when we were kids. Much like Barbara was talking about. We would go to Wauconda to the same orchard every September. And every year, on the way, my dad would make a joke about the road apples. And we would be in the back seat laughing and laughing. And my mom would be smacking him in the arm. "Chriiiii-wiiiiiss! don't say thaaaaaaat!"</p><p></p><p>And then as we were loading up our booty (2 baskets of Red Delicious, a basket of Granny Smith, and double baskets of Jonathons & McIntosh for baking, cider, caramel, and a few gourds that I am SURE my dad used to make X-rated pumpkins), at LEAST one of us would take an apple, throw it on the ground, and say "look dad! a ROAD APPLE!!"</p><p></p><p>And get beaten in front of EVERYBODY. By mom. That's how she rolled.</p><p></p><p>Ah the good old days.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Big Bad Kitty, post: 77238, member: 3647"] See now I am feeling all nostalgic. My family used to go apple picking every year. I mean when we were kids. Much like Barbara was talking about. We would go to Wauconda to the same orchard every September. And every year, on the way, my dad would make a joke about the road apples. And we would be in the back seat laughing and laughing. And my mom would be smacking him in the arm. "Chriiiii-wiiiiiss! don't say thaaaaaaat!" And then as we were loading up our booty (2 baskets of Red Delicious, a basket of Granny Smith, and double baskets of Jonathons & McIntosh for baking, cider, caramel, and a few gourds that I am SURE my dad used to make X-rated pumpkins), at LEAST one of us would take an apple, throw it on the ground, and say "look dad! a ROAD APPLE!!" And get beaten in front of EVERYBODY. By mom. That's how she rolled. Ah the good old days. [/QUOTE]
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