Tread on my corns, or tell me a lie,
Just pass me a fried apple pie.
Coming home exhausted after high-school basketball practices, my Mother frequently met me with a platter of freshly fried dried apple pies and a refillable glass of milk. The ritual continued during my visits home from college. Later, my bride had many fine qualities, but fried apple pies were not among them. She claimed they weren’t good for me. Unfortunately, I had to find that little pleasure elsewhere, at 7-Eleven, or … [visit DailyMarkets.com to read more] or compare Best Mortgage Rates, Credit Card Rewards or Best Credit Cards