It’s time to make applesauce again. I don’t especially like the job, but we love our homemade chunky-style applesauce, so-o-o-o, . . . .

We bought a bushel of apples–“The World’s Finest Apples,” according to the box. They were beautiful apples.

Ted’s main job is to operate the apple peeler/slicer. Why do they have to put a sticker on every. single. apple??

Then I fill the kettles and cook and mash the peeled/sliced apples.

The applesauce needs to cool before I put it into meal-size boxes for future use.

Ted carries the boxes to the freezer. . .

. . . and we always save a few apples so I can make an apple pie to celebrate the end of the applesauce-making process. The supply of applesauce and the pie reward make the work worth the effort.