apple sauce

This applesauce will be a good food for Ari in a few months, but for now he’ll just gum the apples a bit. The cold cellar is brimming with them, but this variety doesn’t keep well so we’re making juice and applesauce of them. The windows fog up with the steam from the pots and the house fills up with that warm autumn smell. These apples are from my mom’s tree in town, our little two-tree orchard isn’t producing much just yet. The tree we planted over Ari’s placenta is doing well, but gray jays ate most of the apples before we got to them. The haiku apples (the tree is thus named because it was given to us as a gift at our wedding covered in love-themed haiku’s tied on with coloured string,) are not quite ready and would make perhaps a bowl of apple sauce. But my mom’s tree was prolific this year and now we’ll fill up the freezer. It seems fitting that Ari should eat these apples this winter as I ate a good deal of them last winter
when I was pregnant with him.

Tonight we were invited to join our neighbours crab boil.They had just come back from the coast where they'd chartered a fishing boat. The weather was terrible for them, but they were generous with their meagar catch and we had a lovely meal out at the campfire. I hadn't eaten crab since my summer on Haida Gwaii and it was a good treat- though not quite as thrilling as eating it right on the beach. Ari was quiet, mesmerized by the fire and all the people to watch. We came in smelling like woodsmoke and hopped in the bath. Ari is really loving the water these days and gets so excited when bath time comes- and splashes and kicks his little feet, gasping when he gets a face full of water. Its so fun to watch him, there is so much for him to learn about; apples and water and the whole wide world.