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This Apple Pie Monkey Bread is so gooey and sweet! Refrigerated biscuits tossed with sugar, cinnamon, and chopped apples make this a perfect fall brunch or dessert recipe ! Apple Pie Monkey Bread " src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiXtt2EF0cmNcCjr3m1arVon_xI9Z-LnZDlNkhOojEjLgjhAf8GMbLV4g0vGyRcyDt5EzPeLeKU5iAHM7EbeugygSSw1sbPSh5gXyb4WWBwVhmyzGthykRGc9bSVg14fTO8jfNwAwqxcIw/s1600/Apple+Pie+Monkey+Bread.jpg" title=" Apple Pie Monkey Bread " style="border: 0px;" /> In our area, apple season is in full swing! I think I received at least two different emails from area orchards outlining their apple picking dates and times - I can't wait to take the boys apple picking this year! Our favorite apple orchard actually has all sorts of fall activities for kids. Of course the apple picking is the main event, but they also have a corn maze, story time, a petting zoo, a playground, and there's always something new the...

get elephant's newsletter We gardeners often talk about what plants we would like to grow. Rarely we ask, “What can the garden grow in us?” I began my journey of learning to grow food as a broke post college graduate at the onset of the Great Recession. At the time, I viewed the garden purely as an object to help me save money by growing my own food. Little did I know the garden would grow in me. It is kind of a miracle to plant a seed under dirt. First, you see nothing. And if you are like me, you experience a sense of worry, until one lucky morning, you go outside and see that a baby plant has emerged. Just as the seed has transformed into a plant, there is also an inner transformation that happens through gardening. First, there was not much edible food growing in my garden. My carrot seeds never sprouted, my leafy greens were feeding more aphids and slugs than me, and my blueberry plant caught a disease. Needless to say, I did not save money. But the idea of gardening was s...

THE CHIMNEY-CORNER FOR 1866. VIII. HOW SHALL WE ENTERTAIN OUR COMPANY? “T he fact is," said Marianne, "we must have a party. Bob don't like to hear of it, but it must come. We are in debt to everybody: we have been invited everywhere, and never had anything like a party since we were married, and it won't do." "For my part, I hate parties," said Bob. "They put your house all out of order, give all the women a sick-headache, and all the men an indigestion; you never see anybody to any purpose; the girls look bewitched, and the women answer you at cross-purposes, and call you by the name of your next-door neighbor, in their agitation of mind. We stay out beyond our usual bedtime, come home and find some baby crying, or child who has been sitting up till nobody knows when; and the next morning, when I must be at my office by eight, and wife must attend to her children, we are sleepy and headachy. I protest against making overtures to entrap some hund...