I made applesauce today.

So, my house smells delicous.

According to Brigham, "it smells like apple pie."

Like a gigantic apple pie.

Brigham "helped" me. He took the apples out of the box and put them into the sink.

Then, he scrubbed them (mostly he just played in the water - he soaked two shirts before I

wised up and told him he could help without a shirt on).

While he washed/played, I chopped.

But, his favorite part was turning the lever on the food strainer. . . .

. . . . and smashing the apples down.

Our family loves applesauce.

This Fall we put up about 80 quarts of applesauce.

Crazy, I know.

But the real crazy part is, we'll probably run out before next Fall!

(Most of our applesauce is pink because it's made out of red apples. The batch pictured above is from a bushel of golden delicous apples.)