There were always apples in the house. Dad took one every day with his lunch and there were apples for ours, if we wanted them. Come fall, there would be bushels of fresh picked from country orchards and sometimes pie for Sunday suppers. But my favorite memory of comfort food is always hot applesauce on buttered toast for breakfast.
These Gala apples cooked into a lovely sauce which has provided rich desserts of applesauce on split buttered biscuits. Simple fare, perfect comfort for darkening autumn evenings.
I like to use sweet apples so no additional sweetener is needed, just cinnamon or apple pie spice to suit my fancy.
As the sweet fragrance of apple filled the house, I remembered the grace sung at many a Girl Scout camp meal – The Johnny Appleseed Prayer.
Oh the Lord is good to me,
and so I thank the Lord,
for giving me the things I need,
the sun, the rain and the appleseed,
the Lord is good to me.