This week was applesauce week for us. We came home from a trip to Pennsylvania last week with 12 1/2 (!) bushels of apples. 12 of those were Jonagold seconds, and the other 1/2 was Golden Delicious firsts, which we enjoy eating. We took this past week off of school, and every day spent about 4 hours making and canning applesauce. My three oldest kids are huge helpers, which meant that my work this year was mostly managerial: I oversaw one who was chopping, one who was putting cooked apples through my KitchenAid strainer, and then put the finishing touches on the canning myself. My littlest ones would help by throwing the apples into the sink for me.
H was too short to reach the sink, but she would throw the apples into the sink, and wait for the splash to let her know they’d hit their mark. Then she’d cackle. Super cute.
We turned 9 bushels into applesauce, getting approximately 125 quarts. (The count is a little uncertain–each kid had a slightly different number.) We turned another bushel into apple butter, which is still cooking away in my crockpot. Our efficiency is going up–last year we spent the exact same amount of time, but only canned 80 quarts. The big kids are really coming into their own!
Speaking of the kitchen, here’s an interesting article by a feminist talking about how much she regrets her own childhood with her feminist-activist mother. She now finds healing in her own kitchen with her own daughter.
Happy beautiful fall Friday, everybody!