Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Fall Tradition

Thank you so much for your thoughts and prayers for my cousin.  I appreciate them so very much. She can now focus on healing and her recovery. 

There were many fall Saturdays of my childhood devoted to the art of apple butter making. Family and friends would gather, my grandfather would pull out his big copper kettle, a fire would be lit. The entire day would be spent at my grandparents house outside surrounded by loved ones laughing, talking, reminiscing. My grandfather, one of his trusted friends, or an uncle would use a long wooden paddle to stir the apple sauce, then the apple butter over an open fire. The scent of cooking apples and fire wood intermingling in the air an all too familiar scent, the clanking of jars and lids being prepared for the canning process filling in the background noise of the day. One of my favorite parts of the day was eating the fresh apple sauce as my grandfather ran the hot sauce through a processor separating out the skins from the apple sauce. I'm still convinced that hot apple sauce tastes best on a crisp, cool autumnal day fresh from a copper kettle.

I'm so excited that this weekend my friend, Becky, will be coming to visit to partake in this special family tradition. It often slips my mind that most people don't have grandfather who makes apple butter the old fashioned way, so I'm looking forward to having her here to experience the day first hand. The weather is going to be gorgeous. The jars have been purchased and I'll be spending the majority of Friday morning quartering apples with my grandpap. I can almost taste the fresh apple butter that I'll have at the end of the day on Saturday.

I hope you have a wonderful weekend and make some fun memories, friends! Tell me, what do you have planned?