"Oh Applesauce Mary . . . "

When we were in the Niagara area letterboxing last fall we happened upon a roadside stand selling bushels of fresh picked apples for $5.00.  We made room for a bushel in the back of the van.  A few days later Nanna, Mom and I made applesauce.  We had planned on doing some canned apples for pies and crisps but we were working so well and efficiently that we lost track of how many apples we were peeling and saucing.  We ran out of apples without realizing it.  We had a great time together.