The Last Jar

Jennifer Michie Apple Butter

I feel Fall-ish. Our house has touches here and there. I’m waiting to see my first piled heap of golden orange pumpkins. I’m waiting to make my first batch of butternut squash soup of the season with homemade peasant bread. I’m ready for fall apples, so that we can make this year’s batch of apple butter.

We opened the last jar of apple butter this weekend. A simple dinner which consisted of a salad with cranberries, pecans and a mustard vinaigrette and fresh ciabatta rolls with sausage, sautéed onions and a heaping mound of apple butter. A perfect balance of savoury and sweet.

The shadows are changing, the sun is different, almost whiter. It was cold and damp yesterday afternoon, so we made a pot of warm apple cider and sat on the couch listening to tunes. It was a great way to spend a lazy afternoon. We talked, worked on school things and sat blissfully in silence.

Somehow, the weekend slips through my fingers too quickly and I’m all to ready for it to come again. But you find the beauty in the everyday and you look for the little things that keep you going. That’s all we can do.

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