One bad apple spoils the whole bunch, right? Well, what if the whole bunch is already spoiled?
This is the tree that never gives good apples. We were warned when we bought the house that it wasn’t a good one. But this tree is so prolific, it’s easy to be fooled!
So my husband had the idea to make compote. Applesauce.
We got the whole family involved.
We put the apples in the big copper pot we use to make jam.
And we made compote.
And our kids won’t touch it.
I tried serving it with vanilla ice cream and whipped cream, but to no avail. And if I’m honest, I’ll admit that – even though the taste is not bad – it’s too pasty, and you can feel every spoonful making it’s way down the long tube to the stomach. Not exactly a recipe for success.
But I have to say that I love my husband’s motivation to try. He wants to use what we have, rather than letting it go to waste – try to live off the fat (fruit?) of the land.
My husband – he’s a good apple. 😉
But occasionally I forget, and we fight. I wrote about one of our fights (which happened last week) at Laura’s blog Mommy Miracles. Will you go over there and read the story? And maybe say you can relate? I hope? I’m closing comments here but will respond to the comments there.
