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Don't Worry; I'm Almost Half-Way There!

Just checking in at 11 p.m. on Saturday to let you know that half of the apples are now applesauce.  I'm just waiting for the pot to boil, so I can put the sauce in jars and get it processed.  The other 20 pounds of apples can wait until next week.

I would have gotten the canning done earlier (I think), but John and I went to the local minor league ball game tonight.  We have decided we are definitely good luck for the team.  Every game we've gone to, the home team has won!

I have been fairly domestic today, not only in making applesauce but also in making an apron:


Each August, my basset-loving buddies and I have a "secret pawtner" gift exchange.  Shhh, don't tell, but this apron will be on its way to Missouri next week, along with other basset-themed items. 

Well, the watched pot is boiling now, so I'd better post this and get the applesauce in jars!

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