One of my favorite traditions in the fall is making applesauce. I remember the smell of cooking apples and the taste of sweet, warm applesauce as a child, and thinking about it now still makes my mouth water. My mom always made pink applesauce, cooked with the skins on and then pressed through an applesauce maker. Maybe there is some proper name for that piece of equipment — a colander with a wooden apple smoosher put over a bowl — but I do not know what it is. My mom, bless her, took it upon herself to find me one so I could make applesauce here at my house too. And, I have.
A few weeks back we went apple picking at a nearby orchard. I knew the apples were not really cooking apples but we had so many that I decided to try and make applesauce from them. I had a few from the farmers market as well that were good for applesauce so the results were not as disastrous as I expected, but certainly not as good as when you have really good apples.
So the tradition continues here in our little house. I hope that my kids love making and eating applesauce as much as I do!