Clara's Corner: The "Big Apple"...and it isn't New York City....

Tuesday, September 05, 2006

The "Big Apple"...and it isn't New York City....

This is a wolf river apple. It is one that was left on my tree after the big limbs broke. I cooked this one apple and we ate apple sauce for three days. These are good for making apple butter. Yummy!!!!!

2 comments:

Moobear said...: Wow, what an apple clara. I know that applesauce was good. Course I love jackpies too, now you got me to hankering one. My address is................hehe
Thank you for your sweet comment on my blog today friend.You are so right in all you said. I am glad our paths crossed. God truly works in mysterious ways. Take care and hope your water problem is improving, that is my hope.
Talk with you later Clara.

God Bless!; 4:20 PM
Tina Leigh said...: Now that is a BIG APPLE Clara!! I hope your sewer problems will resolve soon!; 4:41 PM

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