Of course any non-trip represents financial savings, so I felt completely justified in ordering a stack of books from Amazon. In truth, I buy a lot of books, but not this many at once. Guess which book was read by the most people over our four-day weekend?
Our apple adventures continued with four pies, two gallons of applesauce and Xander’s obsession– dried apples, he prefers the name ‘apple crisps.’ Our friend Lisa gave us the instructions: peel/core/slice, cut in half sprinkle with cinnamon and place in the food dryer.
Bemoaning our lack of a food dryer, Xander complained to his Grandpa Fritz. Incredibly, Fritz had rescued my mom’s 1973 dehydrator from the DI pile when her house was sold this summer.
To me (and Xander), it felt like a miracle, like my mom reaching down from heaven to say, “I’m still watching over you.” This silver box was a standby of my childhood– my mom dried apples, pears, tomatoes, poured out batches of fruit leather and infamously, one year, dried several pounds of hot dogs.
Are there enough apples in this pie?
Hans and Xander offered their hair for yanking but really, it’s just not the same.
We forgot to look at our watches, drank sunlight, rolled in crimson leaves,