When we planted our fruit orchard a few years ago (2010), we planted two apple trees, a Golden Delicious and Fuju.
This year we had a bumper crop, and even though we thinned out buckets and buckets of apples earlier in the season, we still had plenty. However, it was a hard job for our still smallish trees. We had to brace several tree branches up, so the weight of the apples wouldn't break the limbs off.
For the past week around here it has been all about apples.
Why I never invested in an apple peeler before this year, I will never know!
This apple peeler, corer, slicer, thing-a-ma-jig is amazing!
Who knew? Obviously NOT me.
Last Wednesday I went to my friend, Paula's, and participated in her applesauce class she was teaching.
Paula has a beautiful home and farm over in Gridley,
Windmill Farms- you really should go and have a visit with her.
Paula is a kindred spirit, and I always enjoy a good visit with her.
It was fun to spend an evening in her kitchen, with the other gals as well, making applesauce together.
It reminded me of what it might have been like back in the days when women folk would get together and help each other in the kitchen during the harvest season chores.
I now have my pantry stocked with
Apple sauce & Apple pie filling
some dried with skin on...
and sugar candied...
I cooked down a batch of apples to get the juice out, so I can make Apple Jelly tomorrow.
Just about now I am sitting with a piece of pie, (because it is not at all possible to have this many apples and no pie) and a hot cup of tea.
That, my dear, is all I have to say about Apples.
The Girasole Lady