It all started with this, and my guilt in thinking that it would be a shame for all of that goodness to go to waste.
Yes, those are apples. About 20 bazillion of them.
The children have picked the lower branches clean so the husband pulled out the ladder and helped us fill up 3 huge bowls full. It was at that point that I realized that I would have to actually do something with them, and not just let them feed the Fruit Flies that have already taken over my home.
It was also at that moment that I remembered that I hate baking. And cooking. And pretty much anything else that has to do with the kitchen.
That’s when I panicked and went to Twitter to ask for ideas that didn’t involve baking. And someone suggested making applesauce in a crockpot, and I have one of those, so I decided to give that a whirl.
For 2 hours, I peeled these stupid little apples. I peeled and I peeled and I peeled. And after what seemed like an eternity, my crockpot was full. I dumped a stupid amount of cinnamon all over everything, put the lid on and left it to “crockpot” into something amazing.
My house started to smell amazing, and the kids kept asking me if I was making apple pies. Like I would EVER make an apple pie … or even know how or want to. Silly little children.
A few hours later, the apples were all soft and mushy, so I pulled out my handy-dandy hand blender thingy and smashed the heck out of them. Surprisingly, it turned into a pretty smooth looking applesauce quite quickly. Not surprisingly, I managed to spray applesauce all over my cupboards and myself in the process. Please bear in mind that it was hot while I was doing this, and I’ve got the burn marks to show for it. But I digress…
The kids tasted it and LOVED it. I had actually made something, from scratch that they all loved. It was like a little apple miracle had occurred in my kitchen. They had seconds and later named it “secret apple pie applesauce” because it tastes like the middle of an apple pie. (I’m a Master Chef apparently).
Overall, it was easy enough to do. I didn’t die, and I could probably do it again. BUT I’ve got one serious issue with the whole process that took up the majority of my day.
THAT IS ALL THAT IT MADE.
Seriously, I have 5 children, what good is 3 little containers of anything? Talk about anti-climactic. Bah.
Thankfully, there’s still about 19 bazillion apples to go. Now who wants to make me applesauce?
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