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Apple Pie

Apples from the backyard tree Sliced thin and sugared Cinnamon, nutmeg, butter Pile in tender crust Bake 'till golden brown A la mode Mom!

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Debbie Guzzi

Date: 3/24/2011 4:57:00 PM

LOL i lived on an orchard when i was 8 and we had NO money we ate apple everything till it came out my ears and I couldn't eat apples for 10 years after that! LOL good write...Light & Love

Carolyn Devonshire

Date: 3/24/2011 9:35:00 AM

"Mom!" Indeed, this was the best dish mom ever made and nothing compares to her apple pie. The recipes are similar, but mom never used nutmeg. Send me a slice, will you? Dying to try your apple pie. (Been starving myself to lose weight.) Best wishes in John's contest! Love, Carolyn

Andrea Dietrich

Date: 3/24/2011 12:41:00 AM

Now that hubbie has diabetes in addition to everything else he has, this poem would surely make him swoon!!

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

Date: 3/23/2011 11:53:00 PM

My Dear Barb, I should be out there by Tomorrow : Is the pie still hot???LOVE YOU or the PIE ; Or both YOU tickle my fancy and my Fancy likes it Will YOU pass it out in the Winners Circle?? Can I be First LOVE YOU ALWAYS...Harry

Judy Konos

Date: 3/23/2011 10:22:00 PM

Tell you Barbara, you sure know your forms....wow....love your poetry...thanks

Dr.Ram Mehta

Date: 3/23/2011 7:22:00 PM

My mouth is watering for this veggie dish, Barbara