All Right, Rachel...What are you up to?
With the coolness of the nights, our apples have continued to get better. There is something quite enjoyable about walking up to a tree and picking an apple when ever you feel like it.
Since we picked most of our apples yesterday, my appetite and a bit of nostalgia took over, as I decided to fry apples for supper. I recalled a time when my Grandpa, Walter Bangert, invited me to eat with him. He was well into his nineties, living in his apartment on the west side of Rapid City. I had stopped in to visit him and I watched him go to his kitchen and pull out a frying pan. He proceeded to melt some butter and then slice some apples up. We had fried apples for dinner. More than likely we had a piece of pie afterwards, since he loved to make pies as well and generally had some in the refrigerator.
