After Apple-Picking
By Robert Frost
My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Toward heaven still,
And there's a barrel that I didn't fill
Beside it, and there may be two or three
Apples I didn't pick upon some bough.
But I am done with apple-picking now.
Essence of winter sleep is on the night,
The scent of apples: I am drowsing off.
I cannot rub the strangeness from my sight
I got from looking through a pane of glass
I skimmed this morning from the drinking trough
And held against the world of hoary grass.
It melted, and I let it fall and break.
But I was well
Upon my way to sleep before it fell,
And I could tell
What form my dreaming was about to take.
Magnified apples appear and disappear,
Stem end and blossom end,
And every fleck of russet showing clear.
My instep arch not only keeps the ache,
It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round.
I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.
And I keep hearing from the cellar bin
The rumbling sound
Of load on load of apples coming in.
For I have had too much
Of apple-picking: I am overtired
Of the great harvest I myself desired.
There were ten thousand thousand fruit to touch,
Cherish in hand, lift down, and not let fall.
For all
That struck the earth,
No matter if not bruised or spiked with stubble,
Went surely to the cider-apple heap
As of no worth.
One can see what will trouble
This sleep of mine, whatever sleep it is.
Were he not gone,
The woodchuck could say whether it's like his
Long sleep, as I describe its coming on,
Or just some human sleep.
Salted Caramel-Apple Tartlets
Cook's notes: Keep Puff Pastry Shells or Sheets in your freezer and you’ll be ready to make sweet or savory creations whenever inspiration strikes.
This decadent apple dessert is quick to prepare. The recipe is for two but ingredients can be easily doubled.
recipe adapted from Taste of Home
recipe adapted from Taste of Home
Ingredients:
- 2 medium tart apples, sliced
- 2/3 cup apple juice +2 TB. apple juice
- 1/4 tsp.cinnamon
- 2 TB. brown sugar
- 1 heaping tsp. cornstarch
- 2 TB.chopped walnuts
- 2 Puff Pastry Shells
- jar of caramel sauce
- container of creme fraiche
Directions:
- Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper. Bake shells according to box directions.
- In a saucepan, combine sliced apples, apple juice and cinnamon. Bring to a boil. reduce heat and simmer, uncovered until apples are tender. Stir in brown sugar. Mix cornstarch with 2 TB apple juice, blend until smooth. Add to apple mixture.
- Bring to a boil, cook and stir until thickened. Stir in walnuts.
- Remove the T from top of cooked Puff Pastry Shell.
- Spoon warm apple filling using a slotted spoon to drain some off some of the juices into each Puff Pastry Shell, drizzle with a little caramel sauce, add a pinch of Sea Salt and top with creme fraiche or ice cream.
These look absolutely decadent.
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