Today is another applesauce day. It will probably be our last BIG day for applesauce. I have forty quarts to show for my effort.
Mrs ERJ went to a seminar. Bella is up north and Kubota is somewhere other than home. So it is just me and the two dogs.
One of the little tricks I picked up this year is to use the turkey-fryer to expedite the last load of applesauce. As a steamer, it outruns the kettle in the house where I process the jars. Consequently, I have enough for an additional seven-to-twelve jars when I am done steaming the apples.
Since that kettle is running in parallel with the one in the house it trims about 90 minutes off the tired end of my day.
I don't know how people who work for a living manage to blog. It cuts into a man's day something awful.
Homemade applesauce can't be beat. I will be glad when you slow down and start writing stories again here. I sure miss them.ReplyDelete
I love me some applesauce... homemade even better. Any chance resurrecting Remnant, pursuant to Feral Ferret above?ReplyDelete
Anymore it's challenging to write fiction that doesn't have the appearance of plagiarizing current events.ReplyDelete
At least you're done, for another year, and yes, Ron is correct... sighReplyDelete