Apples to applesauce
In honor of Steve Jobs, whose passing has been mourned heavily in these parts, I thought it would be appropriate to do a post about apples.
It’s high apple season here, and our apple tree, Copernicus, gave us a bumper crop this year. I am learning a little more about growing apples each year. Lesson 1: An organic oil spray really does help inhibit the bugs, and 2: Our apples are meant to be red. (Remember last year? Yeah, we picked ’em about 4 weeks too early. Oops!)
I had a bunch of eager apple pickers, kids to climb in the trees and retrieve the apples, plus my niece Gabrielle, who used the highly methodical technique of climbing way up in the tree and shaking it silly. It turns out that method works best.
Then all it took was two late nights of chopping piles and piles with my sister-in-law Havilah, plus Gabrielle (both visiting from Texas.) Gabrielle introduced me, her non-TV-watching aunt, to the hilarity of the show Psych.
Then it was time to bring out the wonder that is the Victorio Strainer. And with that, we had applesauce!
We also supplemented with a trip to our favorite orchard for more eating apples, because really, in this house, you can never have enough.