My Little House Day

There are all sorts of benefits to having a garden, but in spring, when I'm digging some room for yet another fruit tree, I always forget about the "Help, I have a big bucket of ____ going bad - I need to do something FAST!" late summer moments. One of which came my way yesterday, in the guise of a large bucket of on-the-verge-of-rotting transparent apples. And yes, I actually DO think in that slightly histrionic way. Sometimes I even throw my hand across my forehead. How do you think FDPG got the way she is?

Anyhow, yesterday, while Max and Dominic laboured away on math and Explode the Code, respectively, FDPG and I peeled a Sisyphisian pile of transparent apples, until I got the bright idea of juicing them. So we peeled and sliced some into bags for the freezer, to be brought out and turned into crisps and pies on those dark despairing Will it ever be warm again? days, and the rest we juiced. And then, (yes, it gets even more riveting than this) I had the even brighter idea to make apple jelly with the juice. So I did. And guess what, it worked. Now we have 3 quarts of thick, dark apple jelly.

Thanks Laura. Thanks Ma. Heck, thanks Pa.