While my Mum was here she championed the apple tree. I had said that if it didn’t produce a good crop this year after all the extra love and attention it had received then it was going to be replaced with a more productive fruit tree.
Well it certainly produced a bumper crop. One day we went into the garden after some strong winds and a fair amount of fruit was wind fallen. B2 and I collected all the fruit in our white laundry basket and then decided that we may as well pick the remainder of the fruit on the tree at the same time.
We ended up with about 12 or so kilograms of apples. We spent the next hour and a half peeling, chopping, coring and chatting. This of course fanned the flames of my romantic fantasies about those big family get-togethers where everyone chips in to make huge quantities of jam or tomato sauce from home grown or local produce; like you see in TV cooking specials where they discuss a particular region’s food. I just wish my sister and Aussie girlfriends could have been there too. I think it will be a memory of her Nan that B2 will cherish when she is older.
After the addition of three lemons worth of juice, to stop the fruit browning and approximately ½ a cup of castor sugar my Mum cooked the apples for about an hour and we ended up with about 6 litres of apple sauce!
After the addition of three lemons worth of juice, to stop the fruit browning and approximately ½ a cup of castor sugar my Mum cooked the apples for about an hour and we ended up with about 6 litres of apple sauce!
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