A few years ago my mom got us a cortland apple tree. We were sick of waiting for relatives from NE Iowa sending us apples every year. We wanted our own. I was so excited to have apples in my front yard, but those first few years were rather disappointing. Now the tree is nearly a decade old.
Last year was absolutely pitiful. We had a late cold snap, then too much rain in August so the entire apple crop in Iowa was hurt, mine included. The few we had mostly rotted on the tree.
But not this year, oh no. We went on vacation last week and I didn’t want to leave so many apples on the tree, they would likely ripen and rot before we got back. So I picked as many large ones as I could. Yes they were a bit too green, but they wouldn’t we wasted. They sat in the basement while we were gone.
Then we came back and I had to decide what to do with them. Out comes the old apple peeler and a few days later I have:
canned apple pie filling, apple crisp, apple butter, dried apples, applesauce, apple cider, a batch of apple cookies, and a beautiful apple bundt cake.
And there are still more apples. Good god.
My photo arranging leaves much to be desired.
Oh and the best part. After I finished with the tub from before vacation I had to go pick the rest. Only they were way up high so I had to climb the tree. And I definitely fell out of the tree and landed on my ass. I didn’t break anything though, so I just laid there and laughed.