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The temperatures dipped into the upper 30's last night - great sleeping weather!
This morning, the house is redolent with the spicy aromas of apples, cinnamon, cloves, allspice and brown sugar, all bubbling merrily away to it's final destination of my annual batch of apple butter. Our friends went apple picking last week and brought me a 10 pound bag of fresh, crisp Macintosh and Paula Red apples; what a wonderful treat. Sooo, never one to let great gifts go unappreciated, jars of apple butter will fill several Christmas stockings this year, along with the seeds collected from my garden. The rugosa roses are full of huge, beautiful crimson hips too. Rose Hip Jelly comes to mind. Hmmmm, if I keep this up, I'll have to get bigger stockings!
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I can just smell the scent of apples and cinnamon from that bubbling pot of pure bliss.
When I was a kid I used to like to eat apple butter by the spoonful.
Used to? Oh, who am I kidding? Just last weekend at a restaurant I found a little packet of Smuckers apple butter among the jellies. I grabbed it, opened it and ate it with a spoon!
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