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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

March 24, 2011 at 4:57 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

March 24, 2011 at 9:35 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

March 24, 2011 at 12:41 AM

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

Hgarvey Daniel Esquire

March 23, 2011 at 11:53 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