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Positively the last photo of apples


For the month of October, anyway. Yeah, this isn’t even half the apples. In the main hall.

My little cleaning project grew to encompass most of my workroom upstairs. This is not because I’m a tidy woman, but because I’m an untidy one. I have not given that room proper attention since I moved in nine years ago. I think I’ve scraped enough of a hole in the clutter to get some work done this weekend, anyway.

Oh, and if you downloaded and installed my ringtone, you’re one up on me. My SD card fell over and died this afternoon, taking my ringtone with it (I was fiddling with the card for another purpose and apparently killed it). Oh, well — at least I know where I can download it again.

Have a good weekend, everyone!


Comment from Some Vegetable
Time: October 27, 2017, 10:30 pm

You are so lucky to have such a great variety of apples. I grew up in western New York state and there used to many, many different varieties that are gone (or at least not available where I live now. I remember a few of the names that I liked – Winesaps, York’s, and Northern Spies. I suppose the newer more popular varieties are actually tastier, but I miss the local types. Oh, and I particularly dislike Red Delicious (sic) apples which are as tasteless as paper – if the Wicked Witch had offered one of those to Snow White, she’d have turned it down and saved everybody a lot of trouble.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: October 27, 2017, 10:31 pm

Saw one of these historical farming shows. They stored apples in the attic during winter. They has about 12 kinds, too. I imagined it smelled very good up there.

If Uncle B has a potting shed, maybe you need your own separate out building for an artist studio?

Comment from xul's fedora
Time: October 28, 2017, 3:57 am

Wow, must be nice. We get maybe 5 varieties max down here and they’re all tasteless. 🙁

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: October 28, 2017, 12:10 pm

The red delicious bit has to do with being gassed to ripen and let to sit in storage till they’ve reached their peak flavorless mealy state.

After all, we want our fruits, especially tomatoes & apples, to look good. Apparently we’re too stupid not to indicate we’d rather have them taste good, or in the case of tomatoes have any taste at all. Man, but they look good sitting in the crisper at the grocers!

Think of this as a fruitish analogy of Hollywood.

Comment from ExpressoBold
Time: October 28, 2017, 6:00 pm

Happy National Chocolate Day…

Comment from Armybrat
Time: October 28, 2017, 8:26 pm

Fall in New England brings about an astonishing variety of apples. Apples and summer sweet corn are two of the food joys of New England. And the best eggs Benedict and bloody Mary’s i’ve Found are north of the mason Dixon line. But the Yankees know nothing of real good eats…like chicken fried steak with cream gravy, biscuits and sausage gravy, ham and grits and red eye gravy, the amazingness of home grown tomatoes, etc. I will miss apples when I return to the south, but my mouth is watering at the thought of amazing GA peaches.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: October 29, 2017, 1:36 am

I love apples, and Husband makes a killer chicken salad, which includes chopped apple and grapes. Our apple choices in south Texas are slim; we mostly buy Galas.

Re: tidiness. Husband refuses to share an office with me because I am so messy.

Comment from Durnedyankee
Time: October 30, 2017, 3:24 pm

“Southern” food is tastier – Amen ma’am.

Comment from Mrs Compton
Time: October 30, 2017, 7:04 pm

What ringtone?

Comment from Uncle Al
Time: October 30, 2017, 8:45 pm

@Mrs Compton – Please see Stoatie’s post of yesterday. She gave us a truly fowl ringtone to play with.

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