I washed all the dishes I used for prep, and the last thing I did before I left the house was to put the applesauce into a container and into the fridge.
When I got back, the house still smelled good.
The plastic label says it holds 12 cups, but I already gave a pint jar to the girl across the street, and ate a small dish.
This looks like about 7 cups left.
We’ve got some fine vittles today!
Today reminds me of a time a few years ago when my friend Amy and her family still lived here in town.
I had made applesauce, and I took a quart (still warm) over to her place. The parents were not at home, but their oldest son was of babysitting age. He knew me well enough, and opened the door at my knocking.
I gave him the jar and told them to enjoy.
The next time I saw Amy, I asked if she liked the applesauce.
She didn’t know anything about it.
The 4 kids had it all gone by the time their folks got home, and Amy never got to taste it. Until I spoke up, she had no idea about the mystery of the extra jar in the dishwasher.
~~love and Huggs, Diane