A warm October day with Thomas and friends in-between the rows of Cortlands, Macs, Fujis. Their red sweetness fills the air, humming in our ears like the bees that buzz around our heads. Us and the bees - we are all drunk on that sweetness. I close my eyes to keep this memory safe, right arm heavy from holding the treasure of apples, left hand free to reach out and grab more.
So I baked with them. And made this applesauce. What are you making with your apples?