|Yet more preserves artistically posed with fresh fruit...|
I peeled apples all day for those 7 little jars of sauce, you know. I read online that 21 pounds of apples should result in 7 QUARTS of applesauce - I used at least that amount and ended up with only those 7 pint jars plus another 3/4 of a quart that my family got their hands on. Meaning, my yield is only a little more than half of what it should be. I don't know what I am doing wrong here.
I am currently reading a memoir called A Fort of Nine Towers: An Afghan Family Story. It's written by someone who grew up in Afghanistan during the late 1980's and 90's. Let me tell you, it has made me even less sympathetic toward any complaints emanating from my offspring. Brian had the temerity to make a face when I told him to take out the garbage tonight. "Listen," I said, "it's not as though you have to dodge sniper bullets in order to reach the trash can."
I don't know why that kid always looks so confused when I talk to him.
Signing off here, folks - I have to try to get to bed before midnight one of these days. The menopause fairy seems to have doused me with extra insomnia dust lately. As if my face isn't looking haggard enough...