Yesterday we made applesauce.
First, Farmer John climbed the apple tree and shook all the branches. I do not have a picture of this to share with you, and for that, I am truly sorry.
Next I collected all the fallen apples, which turned out to be a bushel of them. It was much more than we'd expected.
The apples aren't the prettiest ones ever. They have lots of insect bites on them. But, we subscribe to Joni Mitchell's apple-growing philosophy.
In the afternoon "Migrant Farm-Hand Becky" and I made applesauce. We peeled, sliced and cooked the apples into a chunky sauce. This was frustrating because it didn't cook down the way we'd expected.So, this morning we ran the sauce through the "Squeezo-Strainer". Farmer John plopped the sauce into the hopper on the top. Then we cranked it. The chunkiest parts came out the end and into the blue bowl. The sauce came out through the strainer and down the chute.
Finally we ladled the applesauce into jars, then stuck it in the fridge and freezer. We'll pull out a jar every now and then this winter and remember the bounties of summer.