Pressing

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With buckets of apples beginning to stack up,the need to process them becomes pressing.Freezing and thawing and mashing and pressingthat is, and then some clean-up-the-messing.

Everything

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I love the smell of fall almost as much as spring.But in the spring there’s asparagus and rhubarb,and in the fall there’s everything!

Feast Tonight

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If the food in the freezer flooded into the fridgeso the fridge food fled to the countertop,let itself by diced and chopped,then chose the frying pan over the fire,there’d be a feast tonight.

Living Casserole

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When I am getting hungry,even though I just, just ate,I’d like some living casseroleto heap upon my plate.And would that end my munchies?Or would that make me yearnfor the work of God to do,and still more calories to burn.

Beating Eggs

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My arm, my arm!What’s done me harmis a lack of electric mixer.I guess that I have quite the knackfor beating eggs,but I could go quicker.

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