grandmother

Perhaps this is the week in which I let others speak for me? I’d fully intended to write a full-blown entry today, but my findings a few minutes ago mean that I think I’m going to let someone else’s words speak for me again today.

The letter is dated May 10, 2001. I have been looking for it since June, and it reappeared about twenty minutes ago while I was cleaning out under my desk. It is in my grandmother’s handwriting, and it details her apple butter recipe:

I use a crock pot to cook the apples in—that way it is not necessary to stand and stir a lot. Then, too, the apples to do not stick to the cookware as bad as when using an open pot.

“Slice apples into the crockpot—fill it full—put about 3 or 4 cups of sugar on top and let it set overnight. Add spices—cinnamon, allspice & a little nutmeg—about 1 tsp. each or whatever suits your taste—cook 3 or 4 hours.*

Song in my head: David Gray’s Babylon. I may well be buying a copy of the album soon if the rest of the album is as promising as that one song.