Hello my sons!
The weather was perfect this last weekend and a trip to the Georgia mountains to pick apples sounded like heaven. The apple trees were heavy with beautiful red apples. They tasted like late sunny summer days, fresh and crisp! I love picking summer fruit, it was a great day!
Granny and Grandpa Mack always had fruit trees, or bushes growing in their yard. I remember picking strawberries, red currents, black berries, raspberries and goose berries, peaches, apricots, plums, cherries, pears and apples… I picked a lot of apples growing up!
One summer Granny had a huge bag of fresh BC cherries…. I mean a HUGE bag. She was planning on canning them. That summer it was my cousin Jayne and my turn to spend a month with Granny and Grandpa (HANDS DOWN best month of the whole year!). We needed to drive from where we lived in the Okanagan to Granny and Grandpas house on the lake in Moyie BC. It was about a 7 hour drive normally, only not that day! There was road construction or something going on and so we were stuck in a huge line of cars on a windy road on some Rocky Mountain pass somewhere between the two points.
Jayne and I ate at least a third of that bag of cherries with Granny fussing the whole time how sick we were going to make ourselves. Jayne and I would see if we could spit the cherry pit and hit either the car in front or the car in back with it! Which was probably a much better way of passing the time then what we were doing before we were stopped in traffic…. We had been entertaining ourselves by pressing our lily white 8 year old butts to the window of the camper cabin over-hang to flash all the oncoming traffic!
What does any of this have to do with apple sauce you ask?
Nothing, what an odd question.