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hmm, I dont like the red delicious, either. too mushy. I like the nice, crisp, tart green ones.
when I was a kid I used to go to the pumpkin farm. youd go on a hayride through the apple trees, pluck them fresh and dewy. wed pick our pumpkins from the field, sitting right where theyd been cut, and trundle right back through the apples. wed buy fresh apples and homemade apple butter and cider, too. wed lug it all to the car, all in a little red cart. *sigh* I still go to a pumpkin farm every year, but none of them are as nice as that one was |
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