This is the apple  perfect for my morning oatmeal regimin.  Tart, crisp and winey.  I dice them up with the skin on and toss them into the water to boil up a bit before the oats go in(only the perfect cubes go in; the irregular-shaped ones I gobble up, kinda like a momma crocodile does…

One of my friends in elementary school was a small Viking named Adam French.  Once, as elementary-school-aged boys are wont to do, Adam took a handfull of cafeteria lunch tater tots, squeezed them together in his stout fist, and made a rivulet of grease meander from his hand and form a pool in the crook…