If you walked into my house earlier today, you would have been warmly greeted with the aroma of spiced apples wafting through each room on a beautiful fall day. Reminiscent of my childhood, I fondly remember my mother making us six kids go out to our front yard to pick up all the apples off the ground from a single apple tree we would always climb. My mother, not a baker, would not bake pies with our apple harvest but instead would make huge batches of homemade applesauce for us that would last at least a few days. Im not sure which I enjoyed more, smelling the comforting scent of cinnamon and apples simmering on the stove, eating the finished apple sauce, or knowing it was made from the loving hands of my mother.
Homemade applesauce is one of those nostalgic types of recipes I look forward to making in the fall. Unfortunately for my children, we do not have an apple tree to pick fruit from. However, Ive learned you dont need a fruit tree in your yard to experience the sentiment of making this dish. It can still be a family tradition; you just need to be willing.