I know this isn't chickens or horses, but my kitchen smelled wonderful yesterday and I love sitting with my cup of coffee and listening for the sound of success (aka the "pop" of all those lids setting seal on the apple sauce). All the rain this year kicked our apple trees into over drive and they blessed us with bushels of wild and northern Wolf River apples.
Now it's enjoying some morning brew, waiting for the storms to pass to be sure our power is going to hold, then it's on to round two and the apple butter!!!
Now it's enjoying some morning brew, waiting for the storms to pass to be sure our power is going to hold, then it's on to round two and the apple butter!!!
