the last of them

It's a little cooler and getting dark earlier now. Gone are the spring rolls and grilled chicken salads on the patio, and here are the soups and warm, one-dish meals at the kitchen table. I made dirty rice (with ground turkey, no livers or sausage) the other night. Everyone gobbled it right up. And apple pie. Fall is for apple pie. Good thing we've had so many apples.

We've made three apple pies, two were for our new neighbors. (We have two sets of new neighbors. Can I say how much I love having friendly neighbors?) I wing the filling and buy the crusts. And try to keep vanilla ice cream on hand. J and I also made two big batches of crock pot apple sauce, loosely using this recipe. I added the juice of 1/2 a lemon and a pinch of salt and subbed brown for regular sugar. The first batch was so sweet. The second we barely added any brown sugar, maybe a scant 1/4 cup. It was better. I'm wondering if the sugar is even necessary.

This is the last of the free apples. The kids are begging for hand pies. Evenings are crazy this week, so maybe this weekend. Fall photoshoots start in earnest Saturday, so even as things ease up for the kids, I'll be swamped next week. But good swamped.

It's raining today. I wish I knew of a free pear tree. 

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I've been at habit this month and last. As my friend Eren, who is there with me, says, habit is such a gift.