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Adam, Robert Frost, and Eve’s Apple Picking


Adam Didn't have a Chance!
Adam Didn’t have a Chance!

A fall family ritual every year we gather at an orchard in Wisconsin to pick apples, breathe in the country air, and eat!

We pick the apples in one orchard, munching as we pick, ferreting out the Honey Crisp apple trees, pay for our bushel and pecks and drive down the road about 1/2 mile to Harvest Time Apple Orchard.

Apple Carved from the Tree Stump

Apple Carved from the Tree Stump

At Harvest Time we eat more apples! In various forms… apple doughnuts, apple soft-serve, Wisconsin Brats, cheeses, and drink fresh hot apple cider made before our eyes!

Harvest Time has a cider mill!

Apple Pressers Working with a Filled Press

Apple Pressers Working with a Filled Press

And farm house filled with Wisconsin cheeses, sausages, baked goods. Outside there is a petting zoo for the kids, picnic tables, and various smaller houses with gourds, pumpkins, and apple related tchotchkes.

On the way home I think of my poetry class and fragmented lines from Robert Frost’s poem, “After Apple-Picking.”

An Italian Handful...of Apple!
An Italian Handful…of Apple!

Fragments from “After Apple Picking” by Robert Frost.

“… and there may be two or three

 

Delicious Apples on a Bough

Delicious Apples on a Bough

 

Apples I didn’t pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.”


“The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight…”

“Magnified apples appear and disappear,

Stem end and blossom end,

And every fleck of russet showing clear.”

“The rumbling sound of load on load of apples coming in.

Applepaloosa of Apples Being Made Into Cider
Applepaloosa of Apples Being Made Into Cider

 

“For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired”

 

Apples of All Colors, Unite!
Apples of All Colors, Unite!

“There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,

 

Arm and Leg Hanging from Cider Machine

Cider Machine End of Day

 

Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.

For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,

Went surely to the cider-apple heap

As of no worth.”

Thank you Robert Frost.

And then my thoughts ramble forward to all the apples rumbling in the trunk of Polly’s car.

I  think of Adam and the apple, and Tara’s recipe for Eve’s Apple Dumpling, a dish no one could resist!

And wonder, should I post the recipe with the steps and pictures on my blog next week?

Or as a recipe with only one picture on Blog Bursts? (Since 1 photo is all I can insert in that format.)

Eve's Apples Fresh From the  Oven
Eve’s Apple Dumplings Glazed Fresh From the Oven

What do  you think? 


©2009AdagioPatriciaMicaletti

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2 thoughts on “Adam, Robert Frost, and Eve’s Apple Picking

  1. Samples definitely need to be provided for tasting to satisfy the delightfull anticipation and to complete the enjoyable experience.

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