These are the apple days of September when we find Johnny Appleseed has left his footprints all along the roads of Northern Michigan.  The apple crop is ripe, with the early birds like the Transparent and the Dutch already deer fodder.   Before those breeds fell to the ground in late August, I found, picked and made crisp from their distant  relatives.  Picked just before ripe, they are deliciously tart and make scrumptious crisps and pies, not bad in my oatmeal, either. Continue reading →