There’s been a flurry of baking and preserving here in recent days. One fine day last week, my husband and I visited an orchard and picked 150 apples and I’ve been busy since then. Apple crisp, galette, baked apples and apple sauce have all passed our lips and onto our hips.
Applesauce is a favourite of the grandkids and I make some for them every year with a squeeze of lemon juice, a pinch of cinnamon and a tablespoon of sugar. I was late making it this year and needed a reminder from the kids. They reminded our daughter via Alexa to stop by Nanny’s house and get more applesauce a day after I delivered two bottles to their home. The girls left a timed message for her before they left for school.
The orchard we visit lost about 200 trees when Dorian blew through last month and the effect will be felt for many years. The owner had reported prior to the storm the crop was the best ever. Despite the loss of trees though, apples stayed on the trees that remained. The trees we picked from were loaded with luscious ripe fruit. We picked Cortland apples that day.
Walking through the rows of trees among the delicious fruit is one of my favourite autumn experiences.
I know how Eve felt.