Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Appley Thoughts

I spotted the trio of dangling orbs from a distance and dove under the low-lying outer branches to find a more reachable spot at the heart of the tree. Straining, I managed to tug off two while the third dropped with a plop to the earth. The smallest of the pair found its way into his hand. He hastily nibbled through the tough layer of skin encircling the fruit, managing to swallow half of it in that one, small bite. He offered the second of which I indulged.

The initial taste of autumn elicited traces of memories past – the bubbling juices erupting through the vents of a pie, sizzling as they strike the hot surface of a warm oven; the warm spices of cinnamon, nutmeg, ginger, cloves and allspice awakening your nostrils while commingling with the puree soon to be canned; the bitterness of the onion perfectly paired with its sweetness, lying atop Sunday dinner’s main course; the core of a daring challenge.

Autumn intiation.

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