A few years back, I spent a Saturday afternoon at my
grandparent’s house learning Granny Fran’s secret and world famous applesauce recipe. Equipped with my own Foley Mill,
I left her house ready to carry on the tradition. This past weekend, I got a chance to do just
that.
On Saturday, with Martin on his way home from Norway, the
kids and I spent the afternoon with my parents in Lafayette and as always, they
sent us home with fresh vegetables and fruit from their garden including apples
from their tree. And it was with those
apples that Oskar and I made applesauce with on Sunday morning.
He helped wash and cut the apples, putting them carefully in
the pot. He patiently waited for the
water to boil and apples to turn soft.
Using all of this strength, he helped to turn the Foley Mill and mush
the apples into the pan. And he even
helped spoon the cooked applesauce through the funnel and into the mason jar.
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| Adding the cut apples... |
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| Do you think we have enough? |
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| Final taste test. We passed! |
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