Waste Not, Want Not

I keep driving past an apple tree that has spilled its burden into the road. 'Some of those apples must be usable', I keep thinking. I sent my three youngest on an excursion last evening to check on those same apples. "Knock on the door of the house, and ask if you may gather those that have fallen", they were told. No one was home. Not wanting to trespass the property, they stuck strictly to the side of the road, and not the yard, but came home with a decent amount of apples just the same. Many were bruised, some were not truly ripe.


This morning, when they awoke they were greeted in the kitchen by a counter full of apple pastry. I think they are glad they went on their excursion.

Apple Pie by the Yard
Find the recipe at Mennonite Girls Can Cook