Another Fall, another season of apple picking in Oak Glen; and another chance to realize just how fast a year goes. A storm brewed in the clouds above us bringing moments of dark sky and brilliant sun. The air was just cold and crisp enough that the picking needed to be fast to protect little fingers. But as is tradition, after all that furious picking there is hot cider and hot donuts to look forward to as soon as the “work” is done.
And with a new babe in the house, what better use for all those apples than…applesauce of course. With about 10 pounds of Braeburns and Granny Smiths at hand, I was able to boil it down to four cute little jars, properly canned for longevity. A baby boy can only have but so much applesauce at a time.