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Apple Pie with a Scoop of Discontent

As I wash the copper-bottomed saucepan in the warm, soapy water in the kitchen sink, I gaze out the window at the apple trees in the back yard. The branches are bent low, nine-months-pregnant heavy, full of crimson fruit. I sigh, thinking of all the work those bushels of apples will be. How should I prepare and preserve them?

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As the dishes dry, I search cookbooks with worn spines and splattered pages:

     Apple pie, baked apples, apple juice, apple dumplings;

faded, dog-eared, recipes on 3″ x 5″ index cards:

  apple cake, apple roll, apple bread, dried apples, apple bars, pickled apples;

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canning and freezing instruction booklets, bookmarked to favorites:

     apple sauce, apple jam, apple jelly, apple butter;

and recipes, only a click away on the internet:

     apple cider, caramel apples, apple fritters.

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Should I freeze or can or dry or bake? There are so many apples . . .

What I should do is be content and thankful for the bounty God has provided. Usually I am discontented when I lack something, but today I am complaining about abundance. Paul experienced these extremes, too, and learned how to deal with them.

 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do all this through him who gives me strength.

Philippians 4:12,13   NIV

I sigh again, this time with whispers of “Thank you” and “Give me strength.”

I know what it is to have plenty.

I think I’ll bake an apple pie, and while it’s still warm I’ll get the vanilla ice cream out of the freezer for those who like it à la mode.

But my slice? I’ll have a scoop of contentment, please, maybe two.

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post first published September, 2013
    

Apple Pie with a Scoop of Discontent

As I wash the copper-bottomed saucepan in the warm, soapy water in the kitchen sink, I gaze out the window  at the apple trees in the back yard. DSC_0035 The branches are bent low, nine-months-pregnant heavy, full of crimson fruit.  I sigh, thinking of all the work I’m facing with those bushels of apples, the need to find ways to use or preserve them.

As the dishes are drying, I search cookbooks, with worn spines and splattered pages;

     Apple pie, baked apples, apple juice, apple dumplings,

faded, dog-eared, recipes on 3″ x 5″ index cards;

  apple cake, apple roll, apple bread,  dried apples, apple bars, pickled apples,

canning and freezing instruction booklets, bookmarked to favorites;cut apples 1

     apple sauce, apple jam, apple jelly, apple butter

and recipes, only a click away on the internet.

     apple cider, caramel apples, apple fritters

I sigh again, wondering if I should freeze or can or dry or bake . . . There are so many apples.

What I should do is be content and thankful for the bounty God has provided.  Usually I am discontented when I lack something, but today I am complaining about abundance.  Paul had experienced these extremes, too.

 I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty.  I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want.

Philippians 4:12 NIV

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photo by Barb Briggs

I sigh again, this time with a whisper of “Thank you.”

I know what it is to have plenty.

I’ll have my apple pie with a scoop of contentment, please.

     
    
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