Proud as can be

I’m feeling kinda smug today.

I decided to take all the apples we picked a couple of weeks ago and make applesauce. The apples weren’t in the best shape, but I didn’t want to waste them. I figured How hard could it be? Then I thought I’d take it a step further, and CAN my applesauce. I went to the walmart and bought jars.

When Owen was delivered to my door this morning, he and I put on our aprons and got to work. He washed all the apples in the sink, then I cored and quartered them and cut off all the brown spots. Owen put them all into the eNORmous pot and stirred them so they would be coated with a citric acid solution (to prevent browning). This was very hard work, this stirring.

Then we set the pot to simmer on the stove until the apples were mushy and the house smelled like heaven. After gym class, Owen and I stopped at the walmart (again) and bought a canner (a special huge pot with a rack in it). While he ate lunch, I ran the mushy apples through the blender to make a smooooth tart pink applesauce. It was pink because I was able to keep the peels on – Fiberlicious!

I washed the lids and bands and jars, then kept them simmering in some water on the stove until I was ready to use them. Then I filled the jars with the applesauce, put on the lids and bands, and submerged them into the waterbath. After boiling the water for longer than the required time, I placed my beautiful jars of pinkish-tan applesauce on a towel on the counter. I could hear the lids seal themselves with a ‘thupping’ noise. They all were successfully sealed! I did it right!

I had extra, so I refrigerated some for immediate use, and put the rest in the crockpot. I simmered the applesauce all day until I had some tart apple butter. I like to use that instead of oil in my baked goods, especially in muffins.

I washed tons of pots and pans and utensils, but it was so totally worth it. I feel like I accomplished something I have wanted to do for a long time. I am proud of myself. And when Owen gave his mother two jars to take home, and told her that he and I made them with our own hands, he looked pretty proud too.

Next mission: cheese-making!

1 thought on “Proud as can be

  1. How fun! For Owen AND for you!

    Make some ricotta! And use it in some lasagna! This sounds like so much fun. If I wind up doing this and I make a mess, I’m going to tell John to call YOU because you were my inspiration. Be smug, Sister! You’ve earned it.

    How fun!

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