They were better than fresh apricots.

It had contained dried apricots, soaking in water.

He emptied the can of apricots out into a tin cup.

While he waited for the coffee to boil, he opened a small can of apricots.

He carefully picked up all the apricots off the floor, some of them had gone under the stove, and put them back in the pan.

While he watched the coffee on the fire, he drank the juice syrup of the apricots, carefully at first to keep from spilling, then meditatively, sucking the apricots down.