Apples

Last Saturday (the 31st) was the last Farmers Market until the spring. What a bummer. We went down to pick up apples and potatos. There was a lovely couple selling apples there this year – many varieties and good prices. I will miss them this winter.

Last week Mary wrote about memories and the smells of certain foods. For me, the smell of cinnamon always reminds me of the applesauce my Mom would make in the crockpot when I was little. It was sweet and spicy and chunky, and I’ve never been able to make an applesauce that has come close to it.

This one is close though, from the Cookin’ Canuck who shared her secret family recipe for crockpot applesauce. Scott, who I’ve never seen eat applesauce before, ate this every day for a week. If you like applesauce, try her recipe.

When I’d sorted out the apples – a pile to be turned into applesauce, some to be juiced, another pile for eating straight up – I set aside some to try out a recipe that I’ve had my eye on for a couple of years, Scandinavian Apple Soup.

This was interesting, not what I was expecting, but quite nice. The aroma of apples and onions took me by surprise but it’s a warm comforting soup. Recipe here.

Happy Monday!