Don't let this innocent look fool you on the face of, affectionately known as, the terrorist. Underneath that seemingly cleaner bib than that of his brother and sister is the juice of beet on a white, yes, that's right, white onsie!
Then there is the generational hand me down of putting up produce in the summer. God blessed us with a large yard and we put in a small fruit orchard in a side yard. We have apples! And my family loves applesauce. As I was picking up apples from under the gravenstein tree and making my first batch of applesauce I was reminded of my grandmother going out to pick up apples from under her HUGE gravenstein tree in downtown Portland and making batch after batch of applesauce. My mom canned, and canned, and canned, as did I until a few years ago, I think the summer before I had back surgery was about it. This is my first batch of applesauce and my daughter, after I cooked the apples, did all the processing the apples through the seive. I have another pot of apples going. My little granddaughter, the two year old, and hopefully the three one year olds will be happy eaters this fall and winter!
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