Making apple sauce for Carrot Cake. The smell of the hot, irony apple mush reminds me so much of babies - of weaning time, simple food and simple excitement at first tastes. They loved the apple and molasses. Watching dexterous fingers picking up peas for the first time, grated apple. The smell of the apples sauce rings me in a warm, soft toned bubble, makes me long to be sitting at a table, spooning food into fat little, messy little cheeks, and laughing.
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My mother used to make applesauce. It was one of the few things she made (and there WERE a few) that I long for. I remember the way it smelled, cooking.
we just made applesauce this evening! we had leftover peeled apples from a apple and walnut crumble (HFW, divine!).
When I was little we had applesauce on the table for almost every meal. For the littlest and the oldest ones, we kids ate lots, and my granddad, who, as he got olderand ate very little, had most of his foods mashed up with apple sauce...
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