In an effort to not spend this fall the way we spent last fall (crying over boys and forcing ourselves to only listen to Ricky Martin because we couldnt listen to anything else) my Wifey (Leila) and I decided to go apple picking. Seriously, why the hell arent we gay?!? Really we would be the best friggin wife and wife team ever. I was feeling blue because I was broke ASS after buying plane tickets THREE TIMES in three months so Leila of course as per usual, took care of me, and invited me apple picking complete with apple cider donuts. Apples are the one joy that I get when Fall comes, cuz lord knows that first day of having to put on a jacket (which was today, btw) makes me want to cry. Perhaps I have seasonal depression. Who knows. After the kids picked apples from the trees and filled heavy ass bags with them we schleped them to the car. Trying to figure out what we could do. Then it occured to me. Holy shit. Apple Butter. So wifey and I drove to the cooks supply store near her and got some jars and split the bag of apples and proceeded home to start our crockpots and slow cook the hell out of those badboys..
The recipe was as follows:
2 cups of sugar (this was way too damn much.. I say cut it to one)
8 apples cored and peeled and diced
2 tbs of cinnimon
2 tbs of crushed allspice.
Mix all that yummy goodness together and throw it in the crock. Cook on high for one hour, then low for 7 hours. At about 5 hours it will start to look mushy. Hit it with a stick blender to smooth it out and let it continue to cook. Your house will smell like Santa is in your attic with his elves (not in a creepy way) and you will feel happy and want to do corny things like bake sugar cookies and knit. I promise. Yeah I said it. I hate on knitters cuz I cant do it.. adult add wont let me count stitches. Anyway after this I had two jars of yummy apple butter that we have been eating with homemade bread and its pretty damn amazing. Just another reminder of how far we have come. Take THAT Ricky Martin!
Gabby scoping an apple at the top of the tree.
Wifey Leila
Me doing this pose for the third time because we couldnt get my camera to work. Yes I cut my own bangs. Dont judge me.
