Sign of Fall: The apples have been harvested. Somewhere. Not at our house, but I did reap the benefits of someone harvesting apples somewhere. They were on sale at Fry’s for 99 cents a 3 lb. bag. How can you resist that? I don’t know either. I got four bags. And since I’ve been consumed with reading Amish stories lately I had visions of apple butter, dried apple leather and apple pie and the such. Jah! Late last night, I dug through the crock pot cookbook and found plenty of Amish-like apple recipes. I chose Spicy Chunky Apple Sauce… and it simmered all night long. I looked forward to waking up just to smell the spicy goodness. A big glop was added to my morning oatmeal (as well as a spoonful of flax seeds left over from Terry’s waffles) and it was scrumptious. Made me feel domestic too.
I wish I had the little gizmo I’ve seen on tv that swiftly and effortlessly turns dough and apples into baked little half-moon pies. Or am I thinking of he PB&J sandwich maker? Anyway, some dough is needed or crumble crust for the next step in this apple extravaganza going on here currently.
One Fall we took the kids up to Sedona and Slide Rock State Park. Where the park is today used to be an apple orchard complete with a huge old barn were they processed the apples. I remember the kids being surprised that they could just pick apples from the trees and eat them… bypassing the migrant workers, packers, truck drivers, food handlers, grocers and Mom. It was comical.
Anyway, enjoy the bounty of the gardens and orchards this Fall!
Tags: apple, apple harvest, apple sauce, apple tree, cookbook, crock pot, fall, field trip, mom, motherhood, raising kids, Sedona, slice rock
October 30, 2009 at 8:55 pm |
Your “apple” comments jogged my memory back many years. A fresh picked apple, YUMMY, especially if it was from a neighbor’s tree. And home made apple sauce and apple pie – to die for. Because of your efforts, your kids are experiencing many of life’s little pleasures, but there are so many young people that are missing out on so much from years past.