… or two, or three… may just keep the sanity away in some cases!
Let me explain…
Last year, I got a chance to pick a whole slew of apples
(well, okay, I loaded up the kids and we ALL picked a whole slew of apples!)
Then had visions of a years worth of applesauce running through my head…
It was all a very beautiful plan, really, as all plans begin.
We picked, washed, cut, boiled,
Sauced, bottled, and canned.
and after a HARD days work,
I had a whole slew (we’re talking 30+) quarts of good, ole fashioned, homemade applesauce.
I could see it now,
The praises, the admiration,
the mother-of-the-year-award…
So I opened the first bottle (in hindsight, something I kinda, maybe shoulda done right after the first batch!)
and lovingly dished it up for my kids (who LOVE applesauce, BTW!)
and after the first spoonfull,
as if on cue,
they all made that scrunchy-what-is-this-vile-thing-that-has-dared-to-cross-my-lips face
and asked, “Where is the normal applesauce??!”
(scratch the ‘hail to the chief’ intro to the mother-of-the-year award… )
And so, as apple season has come upon us once more,
and I sit here a year later,
and a year wiser,
I still loaded up the kiddos,
still picked a whole slew of apples,
still sliced and diced them,
but this time, I poured ooey, gooey sauce over them
and turned them into:
Apple Pie Filling!
… lots and lots…
of apple pie filling.
So c’mon over, sit a spell –
I’ll whip up a hot apple pie just for you!
… and even offer it with a side of applesauce
(because we also have a years supply of that, after all!)
