I wish we had access to apple picking as easily here in Arizona as we used to when we lived in Rhode Island.
It was something we did quite a bit and if we didn’t do it as a family, most often the kids would have school field trips to an orchard.
Apple picking is a definite sign of fall.
Going to the grocery store to buy a bag of apples just doesn’t do it for me. And the cider bought in the store just doesn’t taste like the stuff we used to buy.
I’m going through New England Fall withdrawal.
Can you tell?
- I like how that sounds, too, New England Fall withdrawal.
- So, to bring a taste of New England to Arizona today I decided to make some applesauce. I was originally going to cook it in the crock pot because I thought that would be the thing to do and then I was like,
- “Duh, why couldn’t it be baked?”
- I had my daughter Google it on the internet, and…wouldn’t you know it, somebody’s done it.
- Well, a lot of somebodies have done it.
- But I went with this one from AllRecipes.
- Baked Applesauce – serves 8…or 2 + me + me + ME
- (ok, I ate a lot of it. It was just THAT good)
- Besides, who was the one who peeled and cut ALL those apples, hunh? I worked for it.
- Everyone else sat there and expected it to be given to them just so they could rate it for me. Sheesh.
- 8 large apples (I used 4 Granny Smith and 4 Macintosh)
- 3/4 cup sugar
- 1 teaspoon cinnamon
- 1 teaspoon vanilla extract