I love family traditions. For me, partaking in these annual events – sometimes silly, other times somber – invoke my senses, filling my spirit with all that is good and wholesome of a childhood. My family traditions are little gems of sweet, fond memories, and for a while they were mine, all mine. But now, the best part of these traditions is being able to share them with my own family…making new memories for my children to pass down to their little ones and to their little ones and so forth. {Sniff, sniff. All you mommas know what I’m talking about. Tissues, please.}
For as long
as I can remember, growing up we’d take annual fall trips to the apple
orchard. Since my first was born we’ve
been several times, and each time coming away with new images instilled in my
heart. For our most recent trip, we
journeyed to the closest orchard to us – two hours away. Trying to be perfect little diligent parents,
we prepared for the long car rides, packed a plentiful picnic lunch, and
dressed the children in layers. {Y’all see where this is going, right?}
Well, true to Murphy’s Law what could go wrong, most indeed went wrong. We chose to go the same day as the state’s apple festival, so naturally everyone and their mother was on the road which doubled the time it took to get there. We were still on the road at lunchtime and the kids were starving, so we had to dig into our packed lunch, forgoing the picnic we had planned.
As I sit
here complaining to y’all, the most wonderful, fantastical thing is that none
of these mishaps even phased my children.
To watch them go on a treasure hunt for the most attractive apples…to
witness their pure, youthful joy…to see them smiling from ear to ear just
melted my heart, along with any negative, critical, completely adulterated
opinions and jaded observations of the day.
Lamentations 3:22-23 quickly comes to mind, except I change “every
morning” to “throughout the entire day”.
The faithful love of the Lord never ends! His mercies never
cease. Great is his faithfulness; his mercies begin afresh THROUGHOUT
THE ENTIRE DAY.
And for that, I am forever grateful.
So what did we do with all those apples? The first thing we made was Crockpot
Applesauce. I love this super simple
recipe – only two ingredients.
Start with some apples of any variety and size. I picked out of our peck all the bruised
and/or small ones. Peel and chop them.
Toss the peeled, cored, and chopped apples into the crockpot. Put the lid on the crock pot and cook for two
hours or until the apples are mushy enough to mash.
Mash the apples to the consistency of your liking. {I prefer a chunkier texture.} I had the kids help me with this part. They love helping mommy in the kitchen.
Add a healthy dash of cinnamon and mix.
Got a thumbs-up!! |
And what's better is that this applesauce can be used in other scrumptious recipes. It's like an apple gift that keeps on giving. My favorite is warming the applesauce and topping banana ice cream with it. I'm even thinking about using it to make apple pie fries and serving it along side my ice cream with a drizzle of caramel. Decadence!!
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