So many apples. I’ve been putting the ones that fall, or have’t been half eaten by the hens, ants and yellow jackets, in the refrigerator drawer all week.
This morning I sat on the back porch, a bucket for the scraps and pot for the peeled apples in front of me.
I filled up the pot almost to the top and the buck of scraps overflowed.
While I peeled, Jon sat at the table taking pictures of the gladiola’s he got from Edwin at the Farmers Market. He finished before I did, but just barely.
I added a bit of water, some maple syrup, (the apple are McIntosh and very tart) and cinnamon, then let them cook. I tossed the apple scraps over the barnyard fence.
A feast for the donkeys and sheep.
As I walked back to the house I heard the familiar thump of an apple falling off the tree. I turned back and searched for it in the grass.
The apple was big and red around the middle fading to green at the top and bottom. A few small brownish spots, a perfectly round hole the size of a pencil eraser and a slight bruise where it hit the ground.
The first apple for the next batch of apple sauce or maybe some apple muffins.
A few hours later I spooned some hot apple sauce into two small dessert dishes, put whipped cream on top and Jon and I had dessert under the apple tree.
Yum!! I love homemade applesauce with cinnamon. Added some blueberries that were going soft for the first time and love it.
Oh good idea! Blueberries are plentiful this year, I have a bag in the freezer.
She really is a magnificent tree.
Many years ago, when our kids were small, a friend and I would go in on a bushel of apples and make all manner of appley things, but mostly sauce. It freezes well – if you can resist eating it all now. :)
That sounds like fun Kim. I was thinking it would have been nice to have someone to peel the apple with and splitting the apple sauce. :)