Mr. F. and I spent the weekend turning this:
For our first foray into canning, I don't think we performed too shabbily. Our bushel and a peck of apples yielded 11 pints of applesauce, 13 pints of apple slices, and over a half-gallon of apple cider. Mr. F. joked that soon we will be able to keep track of the years based on our food storage, "2008: year of the cherries, 2009: year of the apples," etc. While Mr. F. might joke about my squirrel tendencies, I know that he secretly he appreciates them.