We have lived on our little homestead for six years this fall. Our first year, we were so excited to have an apple tree loaded with apples. My boys were one and three at the time (youngest wasn't born yet) and they were so proud to fill bucket upon bucket with these little green apples. They were small, flavorless and full of bugs. I can still remember the cute little faces they made the first time they bit into one. Pure disappointment! Since we aren't actual farmers, we guessed that maybe they needed to ripen in the basement for a while.
That year we lovingly hauled about three bushels of apples to our basement, only to haul them right back up a month later when they had taken a trip into rotten territory. I remember feeling so disappointed! What good is an apple tree if the apples aren't for consumption?
Five consecutive years of poor apples led me to think we just had a bad species of apples and I had given up on any dreams of applesauce or pies. This year something changed, and our apples are delicious! They are medium sized, beautiful shades of blush and deliciously sweet. Who knew? I guess good things really are worth waiting for.
The first item on my agenda for this week is to get an old-fashioned style apple peeler. You know, the one that clamps to the counter top and then you crank a handle to rotate the apple while it peels the skin off? My mom and grandma used to make applesauce and I'm trying to recall how exactly they did it. This morning I peeled two dozen with a knife and am making slow cooker applesauce. If it turns out, I'll share the recipe!
Happy Wednesday, friends!