first light

“I know the look of an apple that is roasting and sizzling on the hearth on a winter's evening, and I know the comfort that comes of eating it hot, along with some sugar and a drench of cream.... I know how the nuts taken in conjunction with winter apples, cider, and doughnuts, make old people's tales and old jokes sound fresh and crisp and enchanting.”


Mark Twain from The Autobiography of Mark Twain

   Is it just me or are McIntosh apples the best apples in the whole world? It might be me because I've never met someone else who loves them first and most. I've got your back, McIntosh!  Really, I wouldn't care if I never had another apple ever again. McIntoshes are the ones for me. Today I made the biggest apple crisp I could've made considering there are only two people here to consume it. I haven't tried it yet. It's sitting upon the stove, brown and discreet, warming itself under a blanket of buttery oats and brown sugar.  I want to eat it when I'm good and hungry and every little drooly drip of warmed vanilla ice cream is a pathway to apple bliss.