When I was growing up, one of my favorite foods was my Mom’s homemade applesauce. I would sit on the kitchen counter with my feet up on our worn chopping block and watch her peel the apples with a rapid speed that no other human could match (at least in my eyes!). I was in awe of how she could seemingly peel the whole thing in one continuous strip. Applesauce in our house meant it was fall for sure, and probably Sunday, too, since we often hosted large family dinners that night. But what I loved most was eating it warm…I would even snatch a few bites before dinner because, after all, it really is best warm.
I have carried on the tradition of making homemade applesauce for my kids and actually a few weeks ago it arrived on the “meal request board,” courtesy of my 12-year-old son. I have been busy of late that it lingered in the rafters of my mind for a while until I finally remembered to purchase the apples – good thing too, since they are almost out of season.
So, while the kids were doing homework, I began the ritual of peeling the apples with a paring knife, in one long continuous strip. As I stood over the kitchen sink, my mind was flooded with memories, which I think made the applesauce that much sweeter. And even better was the reception I received from my kids at dinner that night — I served it warm, just like Mom used to, and one of them said, “Mom, I’m so happy; my stomach is filled so full with warmth I don’t have any more room!”
Now I think I know the secret to my mom’s homemade applesauce – why it always tasted so good. It wasn’t just the apples, it because it was made with LOVE.