Nothing smells more like autumn than homemade applesauce. At a chilly 50 degrees and windy, today was the perfect day to hang out in a sunny kitchen and make applesauce with apples from the farmers market.
Nothing more autumnal than a ripe apple.
Or a half peck of them.
I never claimed to be an expert.
But eventually they make it into the pot.
There should be an applesauce foam “latte.”
At last, the reduction phase.
(a.k.a. the eating phase).
Yum.
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The author of Snark on the Side is not your average run-of-the-millennial generation.
Jen is a contradiction in terms: a graceful klutz, a smart blond, a math-savvy English degree-holder, a southern liberal, and an adult amateur equestrian who doesn’t match her saddle pads.
Snark on the Side is a work in progress, born out of years of rambling email newsletters and anthropomorphized Christmas letters, small town observations, and the ever-present irony of pursuing a career with a degree in English literature.
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