Also while Pat and Ken were here, G was able to help Grandma Pat make some apple crisp ("apta crist") from the big bags of fresh apples Pat picked up on here way here.
(Again, big thanks to Ken for photographing everything! I didn't even know this was going on thanks to a glorious nap.)
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| G's first job was to clean the apples for Grandma to peel. |
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They they decided the apples needed to be lined up and counted.
And by "they," I mean Grant. |
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| Sam was hoping for a job eating scraps, but he was turned away. |
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Once each apple was peeled, Grandma chopped it up and put it into this bowl,
Grant carried it to his work station and dumped it in the dish. He was very careful
to taste-test each apple. |
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| Some apples required additional testing. Quality Control, ya know. |
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And this preshie poo snoozed away in her swing, unaware of the deliciousness that
was being created just a few feet away. |
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