This story has two parts: The day before, I broke out the brandy-new food processor, fed it about a dozen apples—Gallo and Granny Smith—to create a big batch of fresh, homemade applesauce.
To make applesauce, I use a cup of water, or some really great apple cider from the legendary Delicious Orchards in Colts Neck, NJ. It’s worth the drive!
I didn’t read the expiration date: I made two quarts of bitter, vinegar goop. It took five Oreo cookies to get the taste out of mouth. Dratz.
The next day, I started another batch. After several hours in the crock pot, my home smelled like heaven. I then poured it into the blender to smooth out the lumps: And the saga began.
When I attempted to remove the carafe to pour the applesauce into a container, the carafe jammed. It wouldn’t budge. So of course, the old adage, when something is stuck, force it.
Dumb move. The base of the carafe stayed on the blender, the carafe came free, 1 ½ quarts of applesauce poured out from the wide open bottom—over the blender base and onto the kitchen counter, and headed toward the floor. Dratz again.
I couldn’t scrape the overflowing sauce into a bowl fast enough. Double Dratz.
I finally set the blender base on the floor with a towel and called the dog over. He’s not a fan of applesauce. I even 'spiked' it with cat food. Darn.
So, after two days of cooking applesauce: The first batch I screwed up, the second batch mechanical hell took over. From nearly two dozen apples, I managed to make about a cup and half of sauce. It’s really great sauce, but I am now out of apples.
I did pour that glass of wine.
I am sipping it now.
Tomorrow’s another day. Sigh.
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