It's become an annual tradition that my mom comes to visit toward the end of October to make applesauce with the boys. And it's now become somewhat necessary, since neither of my boys will eat any applesauce besides this homemade type! The boys remember the process from year to year, so it seems to go pretty smoothly. This was the first year I was here to witness the procedure and document it.
First, the apples have to be cut into quarters and cooked. We had a whole bushel, so it took multiple pots on the stove and some in the oven.
Grandma loads up the bowl on the top, Greyson presses it into the hole, and Reece turns the crank.
Quality control check.
Working together as a team, and no arguing! Borderline miracle, here.
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