Monday started, as most Monday’s do, with a stumble-step to the coffee pot. And just like most Mondays, a steaming cup of coffee in my hand, I turned on the news, or at least what masquerades as news here, to see what was happening in the world. What was happening was horrific. Another mass shooting in another U.S. town.
One more after one more. I watched stricken as the story unfolded, as the death toll rose. I couldn’t believe that I couldn’t believe it had happened again. Of course it could. It did. Over and over again, month after month.
When the world rages, when the senseless occurs, when humanity tears at itself, I retreat. I gather my chicks. I feather my nest. I seek the quiet, the natural, the simple, the good. I make a meal. I count my blessings.
After the school work was completed and the books put away for the day, dinner simmering on the stove, my children and I gathered our assortment of apples. Together, worries and cares slipping away, we pared, cored, chopped, measured and placed all in the pot to gently blend the flavors and release the comforting aroma over the remaining hours of the day. To make applesauce from the ingredients. To bring peace to our hearts.
CROCK POT APPLESAUCE
10 large apples of your favorite variety, peeled, cored and chopped
1 cup water
1/2-1 teaspoon cinnamon 1 tablespoon lemon juice
1/2 cup sugar
Place all ingredients into crockpot. Cover and cook on low 6 to 8 hours. Stir occasionally. The sauce is ready when the apples can be easily mashed and blended with a potato masher.
3 thoughts on “2 October 2017”
I think retreat and disbelief are very human reactions and I completely understand the impulse to hunker down and reach for your favourite homely comforts. Your apple sauce sounds wondrous, I must try making it! Thank you for the recipe 😊
The horror is sometimes too much to bear, so I love the way you take comfort in these simple pleasures and hope of a better life.