I bought bushels of local apples, picked some off of our own tree (I couldn't reach that high so my daughter and I pulled my car up to the tree and stood on top of it!), and even visited the tree of someone nearby who posted on Craigslist "Free apples!"
We pressed gallons and gallons of cider, dehydrated lots of apples, and made jar after jar of applesauce.
Being this close to my food is delightful. We had friends in town for Thanksgivingakkah and my friend Rob made latkes. It felt great to pull some applesauce off the shelf that we made to add to the feast.
Knowing what is in my food is a relief. And preparing and processing food brings me closer to my family and friends. Andy and I pulled out a Bob Dylan album, turned it up, and started pressing. It just feels good.
And if you are wondering how to make homemade applesauce, it's easy. It doesn't take as long as you might think.
Apple harvest reminds us that there is so much to be grateful for. The sun, the rain, the ladders and branch shakers, family, and apples. And look at that sky. What more could we ask for?