Saturday, September 22, 2007

Apple Pie Goodness


Homemade apple pie from my Dad's apples.


Life is really busy lately and in between my weekly or every other week trips down to see my parents (5.5 hours away) my free time has been spent in the kitchen trying to use up a TON of apples and pears from my dad's orchard. So far i have:


Frozen:
  • 6 big ziplocks each of pears and apples
  • 2 pear crisps
  • 1 apple filling (froze apples in pie plate so I can just pop them in when I make the crust
  • More applesauce than I can remember
  • 3 bags of grated garden carrots for carrot cake
  • 3 gallon ziplocks garden tomatoes for salsa

Dried

  • 2 big jars of apples (gone)
  • 3 big jars of pears (half gone)
  • 5 big trays of fruit rolls (gone)
Canned ~there is no way I am going and counting all of the jars~
  • Pear butter
  • Apple butter
  • Pear sauce
  • Apple sauce
  • Sliced apples
  • Sliced Pears
  • Blackberry jam

That's it for now. I am down to one big bowl stacked full of pears and two vegetable bins in the refrigerator of apple and pears. My house is FULL of fruit flies. Yuk. I really want to get some more blackberries to make blackberry jam but I have to leave for a week next week so that's not happening. Now let's get this straight. I do not like canning. I learned to can last year, mom gave me her old stuff (thanks mom) but I can't stand doing it. There is a great satisfaction at the end hearing the lids popping like popcorn I do admit. The end product is rewarding. Now let's get this straight. I hate canning. Will I continue to do? Well, of course I will. I am a gluten for punishment. :)




I would like to introduce you to my pig. His name is Riley and he is 7 years old. He is a garbage disposal, sometimes snorts, a great cuddler, loveable and great a keeping a pig stye for a room.

The room:



I found stuff everywhere. I was well aware of the fact I was taking my life into my own hands when i turned the closet door knobs. Buried in toys... but this mom made it out alive 5 HOURS later. He is a stuffer. I was a stuffer. My mom made me clean my room. My son has to clean his room. Let's just say "The Pit" was driving me crazy when he was at school. Now, if he doesn't clean up his toys at night they are headed to someone who will appreciate them!

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