It's apple season. Thankfully, both of our trees have apples this year, which is a big improvement over last year. It used to be that we'd do assembly line apple pies each fall. But to tell the truth, I think we over did it a couple of years ago. We made so many we never ate them all, and I'm not really so big on apple pie anymore.
This year, I think I'm going to do a lot of applesauce. The thick, chunky type. The boys love applesauce, and it'll store well. We have an apple/peeler/corer deal, but our little green apples are small, black spotted, and wonky-shaped, so sometimes it seems more fruitful to use a sharp paring knife.
I don't know why, but whenever I'm peeling apples, I always feel connected to the women who farmed this land before me. I wonder who planted the three apple trees (there used to be three, anyhow, until Paul overzealously trimmed one), and if they waited patiently to see if they would bear fruit. I imagine apple pies trimmed out and baked, cooling on the old (now gone) wooden farmhouse windows in the fall. Would the women who farmed this land before be pleased to see me here today, delicately peeling away the skin from the apples of the trees they planted, storing up food for my family come winter? I imagine that - even if I'm not related by blood - they would be happy to see the apples continually appreciated after all these years.
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