Claire and I made applesauce yesterday afternoon. (We're pretending it's autumn even though it's still hot here.) I used to make it all the time, but had somehow never made it with Claire. She was excited.
She had to push down with her entire weight to get the apple corer to work. Meanwhile, I peeled and cut the apples into little chunks and threw them in the pot.
We used Gala apples (we just filled up a plastic bag with them at the store . . . my grocery store receipt says we bought 3.51 pounds) and some sugar (about half a cup) and some water (about 2/3 cup). Then we cooked it on the stove until it got mushy. It's not a real precise kind of thing. :) Just eyeball and taste.
We left it pretty chunky because I can't find my potato masher, or maybe I don't own one. (Much like the bundt pan I can never find at Christmastime because I don't actually own a bundt pan. My sister does.)
It was SO GOOD, which was refreshing, because while the cooking duo of Suzanne and Claire always have fun, the actually edibility of the items produced is hit-or-miss.
It made three very generous bowls, which we gobbled up. (Bob got in from work just in time to have some, too.)(We sprinkled it with cinnamon first.)
In this the love of God was made manifest among us, that God sent his only Son into the world, so that we might live through him.