This week my stepdaughter was married. Naturally, the newlyweds have been on our minds a lot. Today as I was making applesauce of delicious, local, organic Granny Smith apples, I was reminded that Grannies are my stepdaughter's favorite apples. I noticed that the knob of ginger I peeled looked like a little bluebird of happiness.
As I peeled and sliced, simmered and spiced, I knew this applesauce was taking on a special meaning, like every good marriage does. And that a little metaphor might be in order, considering this new marriage in our family.
Granny Smiths can soak up a lot of water, so you have to keep checking in to see if you should add some.
Tangy by nature, Grannies need a little sweetening, but not too much. The sauce is better with a little texture, rather than blended boringly smooth. I added fresh grated ginger for warmth, and cinnamon for a little spice. Applesauce can be soothing to come home to after a rough day, especially if it's made with love.
This post's for you, kids. May your trip through life together be warm and sweet.
WEDDING APPLESAUCE
About 9 good-sized Granny Smith apples
A knob of ginger
A tablespoon or so of cinnamon
Honey or agave nectar, to taste
Peel, core and slice the apples into a large pot. Peel the ginger and grate it over the apples. Add about half an inch of water to the pot. Simmer, stirring frequently, as apples begin to cook. Add more water if necessary. Cook until desired texture is achieved. Remove from heat and stir in cinnamon and sweetening, if desired. Share with someone you love.
Makes about 8 cups
This day's blog brought tears to my sentimental eyes.
ReplyDeleteI've discovered that my step-granddaughter adores my homemade applesauce(yes, I too am a fan of Grannies)and loves to help me make it. She is convinced that "we" are continuing a family tradition. That I am passing down to her a recipe that my mother taught me. Well, Not Exactly So, but I'm not about to disrupt her view of what family is all about. :)
Whether you Googled the recipe or it was passed down for generations, 'tis the taste, memories and associations (like making and eating it with Gran!) that matters.
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