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.