My sister is one of
those women. She is one of those amazing women who has a spotless home, her laundry done, her kitchen clean, her hair and makeup done, and is a gracious hostess. And, as if that isn't enough, she is more thoughtful than anyone else I know. Her name is Teresa. This week, she offered to teach me how to can applesauce.
Backup - I am the least domestic person I know. I love to cook, I tolerate laundry, but I hate sewing (the word
hate is not nearly strong enough) and I made my first pie crust last year. And I probably won't do it again. I didn't know if canning was my "thing".
But she got apples from my nephew and niece. And they were yummy. And the applesauce they made is beautiful. And my son will love it. And I enjoyed the process. And I loved spending time with my sister. And my son cried. The entire evening. Teresa was so patient and didn't seem to mind a bit.


Teresa, I owe you. We made 24 pints of applesauce for Aiden. But Teresa, being the thoughtful person she is, threw in 4 quarts of potatoes and 4 pints of tomatoes. And offered to help me can apple pie filling next week. I might learn to enjoy being domestic.
But don't hold your breath.
When I came home from canning, my dog had found the chicken package in the garbage. Naughty puppy.