After frying my brains on research all fall and throwing tomatoes into the freezer to be processed later, I’m happy to say we preserved some food. Two bushels of fresh banana apple applesauce, to be exact.
Marnell had long talked about the banana apples of his child. After scouring the Western Hemisphere (well almost) and finding none, I turned to my cousin in Lancaster County. She text me to say that she was giving up hope, as none could be found there. One orchard had two trees that had not yielded a crop, and the other had just pushed their trees over.
I gave up. If Elkhart County doesn’t have it and Lancaster County doesn’t have it, it’s time to call off the search.
However, Lancaster County came around in the end, and Laura’s friend found two bushels at a produce auction. Since Laura was coming this weekend with her family, the apples got a ride to Elkhart County, where I gratefully collected them at my aunt’s. I took them home and did a trial run, having not made applesauce in about 20 years.
“Better document this because we might never have them again if they’re this hard to get,” Marnell said today when we sauced the rest.
So, since I am lacking in inspiration and already four hours late, allow me to say no more. But I will give you a glimpse of the documentation: the apples that are going extinct, and the man who enjoys eating them!