Is that apple pie I smell?
That's not uncommon for Big Apple young people, living on a modest income in a financially immodest city.
Our clerk-driver wheeled his old wreck like a big apple cabbie.
Dean looked longingly at a half-finished apple pie—set out of reach by Cynthia—while he nibbled on cold salmon and salad.
The real celebration of Fred's release from jail didn't begin until the pair returned to Bird Song where Cynthia had baked a fresh apple pie, complete with vanilla ice cream, tagged on to the end of a healthy lunch.
Fred was absent when they arrived home, but returned just as Cynthia was cutting a warmed apple pie for a late afternoon snack.
They fit together as nice as hot apple pie and a scoop of cold ice cream.
He looked longingly at an apple pie fresh from the oven.
Want to go apple picking?
Jackson picked up an apple from the bowl of fruit, tossed it in the air, caught it, then bit into it.
Elisabeth grabbed the apple and took a bite.
Dropping to the ground, she plucked a piece of grass and tucked it between her lips as she leaned back against the old apple tree.
Above her, bees buzzed around the aromatic apple blossoms.
She darted around the apple tree and half skipped, half ran down the hill toward the creek.
"It's better than an apple a day," the doctor said cheerfully.
Resigned to the inquisition, he settled down in his chair with two cans of beer and a piece of apple pie, devouring the pie with a combination of guilt and gusto.
Slowly munching an apple at mile 23, he noted with satisfaction that his legs felt good in spite of the lack of practice.
Later that evening, while Dean and his stepfather were filling their faces with apple pie and ice cream and feeling sorry for themselves about their lack of progress in finding Byrne, a young man strolled up to them with a smile on his face.
The old Apple tree spread a blanket of shade in the grass beside the pond.
The dry desert heat gave way to cool sea breeze, and a massive apple tree protected her from the sun overhead.
His gaze took in the beautiful apple orchard that had been planted by a foremother of his and Damian's.
All signs of the palace were swept away, replaced by neat lines of apple trees that ran all the way to the beach beyond.
Fortunately Morino saw the ad for Apple Hors Devours in the local paper and recognized Alfonso's cell phone number before they made their first sale.
In England it is most abundant on the apple-tree, but rarely found on the oak.
PODOPHYLLIN, a drug obtained from the rhizome of the American mandrake or may apple, Podophyllum peltatum, an herbaceous perennial belonging to the natural order Berberidaceae, indigenous in woods in Canada and the United States.
Among the trypsins we have the pa pain of the Papaw fruit (Carica Papaya), the bromelin of the Pine-apple, and the enzymes present in many germinating seeds, in the seedlings of several plants, and in other parts.
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The owner of the axe, as he released his hold on it, said that it was the apple of his eye; but I returned it sharper than I received it.
The real attractions of the Hollowell farm, to me, were: its complete retirement, being, about two miles from the village, half a mile from the nearest neighbor, and separated from the highway by a broad field; its bounding on the river, which the owner said protected it by its fogs from frosts in the spring, though that was nothing to me; the gray color and ruinous state of the house and barn, and the dilapidated fences, which put such an interval between me and the last occupant; the hollow and lichen-covered apple trees, gnawed by rabbits, showing what kind of neighbors I should have; but above all, the recollection I had of it from my earliest voyages up the river, when the house was concealed behind a dense grove of red maples, through which I heard the house-dog bark.
I used to start them in the open land also, where they had come out of the woods at sunset to "bud" the wild apple trees.
The Emperor, wishing to rest and feeling unwell, sat down under an apple tree and von Toll remained beside him.
When an apple has ripened and falls, why does it fall?
And the botanist who finds that the apple falls because the cellular tissue decays and so forth is equally right with the child who stands under the tree and says the apple fell because he wanted to eat it and prayed for it.