Sauce helped me make Sauce

Only some of you know Big Boy's other nickname is Sauce.  It came from him, as a toddler, saying *t* in the place of *k*.  As in Tarter, instead of Karter.  That became *Tarter Sauce*, shortened to Sauce.  OK.  I'm sure you get it.

He picked the apples.  He got Kody and Dad to help him get the higher ones.  We cut, steamed, and

strained the red beauties.

His favorite part was squishing the steamed apples into the electric strainer.

This is what comes out the other end.

Commonly know as apple poop at our house.

I know, gross.

Normally I only fill quart jars, but these pints are for College Girl - Kortni, and Sister Missionary - Kenzie.  Aren't they cute?

I had some green apples and the sauce is so yummy all by itself.  The red apples were a little blah, so I added cinnamon and sugar.  Just a little. What kid won't eat cinnamon and sugar applesauce?

I also had a box of pears from the barn, so they got made into sauce too.

Yummy!

Canning is such a mess!

Burned on, dripped, sugary mess.

Sticky floors and counters.

I hired someone to come clean my kitchen the next day.

I'm a smart mama :)