Some of us picked up bags of apples from Lakeview Orchard — Macouns, Jonagolds, Honeycrisps, Cortlands and Galas. Some were setting up in a friend’s kitchen, an old house they were renting then, up at the end of White Oak Road, almost on the Vermont Border, a few feet from meadow and trails.
We were assembling cutting boards and finding Shaker-style peelers at the Apple Barn, the kind with a turning handle and a blade that will peel and slice the apple in a spiral and core it as you go.
For a few falls,awhile ago, friends of mine would spend a day together making apple sauce. I remember the buzz in the preparations. As my friend Chris said, laughing, some of us walked in the door and said apples! and some of us said gadgets! Everyone headed purposefully to get their hands in.
The kitchen and living room filled wth people cutting up apples, piling the slides into pots on the stove and stirring them down, and feeding the mush into the tall funnelled foley mill that mushed the cooked fruit into sauce and fed the peels and seeds into an old glass baking dish for the compost.
Something about milling around in the kitchen makes for good talk, while your hands are moving and your minds are free.
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