It is fall and I cannot stop myself...
If my car passes a grocery store I must pull in.
If I walk in to shop I have to buy apples.
If I buy the apples I have to bake them.
I haven’t baked any pies yet but I did slow cook some apples into apple butter. Glade scented candles don't stand a chance against a crock pot of apples and spices slow cooking all night!
Slow Cooker Apple Butter
6lb apples (cored and sliced with wedge chopper)
3.5 cups white sugar
2 teaspoons ground cinnamon
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
1/4 teaspoon salt
Mix all in the cooker and set on high for 1 hour and then reduce to low for 12 hours. Remove lid and cook until the liquid has evaporated and the butter is the right consistency. (I used golden delicious apples.)
After that I moved on to turning 18lb of Jonathon Apples into apple sauce. This was an even easier process as my mother had given me a vegetable and fruit puree attachment for my Kitchen Aid mixer. Life is good!
3 inch stick of cinnamon
1/4 cup sugar
2 cups apple juice
juice of one lemon
Cut apples into fourths and add to remaining ingredients in a large pot. Cook for until apples have softened and begin to crumble. Remove cinnamon sticks and puree sauce. If you want a real treat enjoy this while it is warm. Jonathon apples give this sauce a beautiful pink tint.
I thought about all of this apple cooking while I was on a field trip to an old homestead yesterday.
Now if I had to cook in this environment I bet I could pass up that grocery store and the apple purchase. But something tells me that the woman who used this stove many decades ago would have been happy to get a bushel of apples. I guess its all perspective.
And even if I had roughed it out and cooked the apples we would all be naked for sure if this is what I had to use to clothe my family! They’d have full tummies but they’d be naked. I guess that since we were visiting this old house on the edge of the swamp in South Georgia, that most days the weather would allow the kids to go without clothing. It is not as if we would have had any neighbors to see them.
The more I think about it the more I realize that this foot pedal operated sewing machine would have been the least of my problems. I just don’t see myself chasing pigs out of the swamp or birthin’ babies on that rope bed. I better quit while I am ahead. This line of thinking is starting to make my head spin and my electric mixer my favorite home appliance, along with the washer, dryer, dishwasher, refrigerator...
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