One of my favorite images of summer included a photo I took upon the return of my mother from Michigan. She stashed a dozen lodi apples in her suitcase along with a loaf of my favorite: English Muffin Bread from Potter's Bakery in Traverse City.
My mom literally walked in the door, dropped the suitcase, and whipped up a batch of Grammy's Applesauce (the only applesauce I will allow past my lips).
I just about melted, like the pound of butter used for cooking, when I came over to the house to found a warm bowl of the beloved applesauce waiting for me. (fyi- best if eaten warm and served on a toasted slice of buttered English Muffin Bread)
Now, as for the veggies from the garden, those were happily awaiting my mother to return for the ceremonial "final summer picking".
My mom knows how I love to eat and I love her for it!
The apple doesn't fall far from the tree! Love you too, Mom
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