I was looking at our under-stair apple supply the other day and thinking 'ahhhhh only 10 or so apples left. sigh. Oh well, it is March after all.'
Then I just got on with the day and didn't think about it anymore.
Then Sunday morning bright and early (the only time anything happens around here) there was a knock on the door.
'Fukase! The neighbour up the road asked me to dig him a big hole with my power shovel to bury some apples he didn't sell. You'll take them right??'
Waste not want not K headed up the road and I went back into the kitchen to my coffee.
K came back and I asked about the apples. Was there enough to make some apple sauce?
Oh no... not enough?
Yes, that would be a full 10 crates of apples there in my entrance way. (Slipper cameo!)
The apples are not really good eating raw anymore but they are wicked in apple sauce and we have eaten an entire crate of apple sauced apples already. That's pretty incredible for five days, huh?
I took a crate into work in the city Tuesday (no point in taking them into work around here!) and some fast selling and smooth talking and I managed to offload the entire crate.
That leaves a mere 8 crates of cooking apples to go.
I think I can, I think I can!