At the market, I bought several ice apples to cool down on a hot afternoon.

She picked a tart crab apple from the branch and tossed it into the basket.

I always bring a jar of apple-sauce to potlucks because kids love it.

The old orchard tree still bore a single crab-apple that tasted surprisingly sweet.

At the summer market, a curious vendor displayed an apple of love and claimed it tasted like a sun-warmed tomato.

My grandmother always serves apple sauce with roast pork when we visit.

The artist chose apple green as the centerpiece hue for the mural.

The neighborhood café sold a warm apple-pie that reminded him of his grandmother's kitchen.

He placed the apple-box on the stage to use as a makeshift stool.

The gardener proudly showed off the rare hybrid, calling it a wise-apple that seemed to judge each visitor.