Tuesday, September 29, 2009
My oldest daughter, who is now a Mom herself,
shares my joy of the sweet, sticky, appley treat.
When she was about 6 years old we went to the
grocery store to buy our annual jar.
She choose the biggest jar on the shelf and proudly
placed it in our shopping cart.
Returning home she was "helping" me unsack all the groceries
when the HUGE jar of Apple Butter slipped through her small fingers.
Her eyes grew wide and overflowed with tears
as she viewed the floor which was covered with a mix
of the gooey jelly and sharp fragments of glass.
It was a total loss; she would not be consoled.
She stood sobbing, a six-year old with a broken heart,
so yes, we bought another HUGE jar to replace the broken one. . .
This is yet another of those family stories that are often repeated
when the family gathers to reminisce.
BTW, do you wonder why I only buy Apple Butter in the Fall?
It's because of an unwritten rule -
"Apple Jelly is for Spring,
Apple Butter is for Fall -
all other times Grape Jelly rules."
Posted by Sweet Tea at 9:53 PM