title: An Apple Harvest: Recipes and Orchard Lore
author:  Frank Browning 
description: &ldquo;[Browning and Silva] brought their childhood memories and love of the crop to <i>An Apple Harvest</i>, which is both eloquent and authoritative.&rdquo;<br>&mdash;Florence Fabricant for the <i>New York Times</i><br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;Just in time for fall comes this colorful [book] with childhood apple memories, portraits of apples, and&mdash;best of all&mdash;innovative recipes, many of them with appetizing color photos.&rdquo;<br>&mdash;<i>The Oregonian</i><br>&#160;<br>&ldquo;The writing is crisp, tart, and juicy, and the recipes are as snake-tempting as they are unexpected. Furthermore, the writing is pure joy, and the authors are distinct in their voices, yet equally and eloquently in love with the subject.&rdquo; <br>&mdash;Jeff Weinstein, former food columnist for the <i>Philadelphia Inquirer</i> and author of <i>Learning to Eat</i>
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  # Chapter 1
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  She walked through an orchard, fallen apples red and cidery on the ground,
  crossed a stone wall, and wandered on into a small wood.
  
  
  
  
  
  The path was carpeted with leaves, red, orange, gold, giving off a rich,
  earthy smell. Polly scuffed along, pushing the toes of her running shoes
  through the lavish brightness. It was her first New England autumn and she was
  exhilarated by the colors drifting from the trees, dappling her hair with
  reflected amber and bronze. The sun shone with a golden haze through a muted
  blue sky. Leaves whispered to the ground. The air was crisp, but not cold. She
  hummed with contentment. The trees were young, most no more than half a
  century old, with trunks still slender, completely unlike the great Spanish-
  moss-hung water and live oaks she had left less than a week before. Apples
  from a wild seedling had dropped onto the path. She picked one up, russet and
  a bit misshapen. But the fruit was crisp and juicy and she wandered on,
  eating, 