tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300473759380947451.post8424442592366706212..comments2023-05-08T06:54:06.461-07:00Comments on Pixels, Politics, Posies and Pussycats: OF APPLES, SUGAR AND SPICESJACKIEhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11883028058826030899noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300473759380947451.post-17855189567167112902005-10-23T21:02:00.000-07:002005-10-23T21:02:00.000-07:00You stirred a memory in me. When I was a wee litt...You stirred a memory in me. When I was a wee little lad in grade school -- there was a game you played when you had an apple in your lunchbox. You'd twist the stem and say a letter of the alphabet with every turn. Whichever letter you said as the stem finally broke was supposedly the first initial of the person you were going to marry. <br><br>RussAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300473759380947451.post-60631232181897460562005-10-24T09:27:00.000-07:002005-10-24T09:27:00.000-07:00<Anyway, the house smelled wonderful while the ...<Anyway, the house smelled wonderful while the batch was cooking in a very slow oven. The kind of scent that commercial air fresheners or candles try to duplicate and never can.><br><br>Reminds me of when we sold the house in Springfield. I gained ten pounds eating the chocolate chip cookies they always tell you to bake to give the house a"welcome" smell. LOL! Lisa :-] <br>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-300473759380947451.post-4866347924786939702005-10-25T23:54:00.000-07:002005-10-25T23:54:00.000-07:00ohhh, I can just smell the apple butter...yum........ohhh, I can just smell the apple butter...yum.....I have a lot of those old Mason jars that hold my spices...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com