I just had a really hard time shelling out the cash, even though I was totally in love.
But, when I saw that they weren't selling it online anymore,
At least I pared it with a Goodwill lamp and mirror, right?






I whipped out my can of American Accents Canyon Black and sprayed all the frames. I say "I" but what I really mean is "Corey". Because he doesn't think I can spray paint the correct way. sigh...


Dad likes motors on things. He's a guy. Nuff said...
He took the formally hand-cranked strainer and attached a motor.
All that needed to be done was dump the cooked apples into the hopper and turn it on. Nice. My arm thanks him.
Dad is a genius but he must not think much of me because he told me to make sure that I didn't submerge the motor on this machine. The first time he said this, I thought to myself "duh". The second time he said it, I said, "Dad! How dumb do you think I am?"
To which Dad replied, "Well, sometimes, you make me wonder."
Thanks Dad.
To help cook the apples faster he brought over a commercial convection oven that he "had laying around".
Two words here people.
Pack.Rat.
But in this case, I'm grateful. We put a whole lotta apples in that oven.
My wonderful Mom spent all three days that we sauced apples in my kitchen. Mostly stirring because Dad hasn't invented anything to do that yet.
Isn't she fab?
Even my dad came over one day to check on our progress.
He usually has a grease rag stuffed in his back pocket.
Notice that he has one of my kitchen towels sticking out. I found this highly amusing.

Ahhh...beautiful...
Because we are letting the applesauce "age" we haven't eaten any of it yet.
275 quarts...gulp.
Dad wanted to know if I wanted more apples next year.
I told him to wait awhile before asking me that.
I'm still recovering from this year's crop...