Hannah's first grade class was learning about Johnny Appleseed today. Part of their lesson included making apple sauce. She was raving about it:
Hannah: You should have tasted it, mama! It was so good!
Me: Why didn't you save me some?
Hannah: There just wasn't enough. But you should try applesauce that you bake!
[She interchanges the words bake and make when talking about any cooking process.]
Me: Well, I don't really know how to make it. How long did you cook it?
Hannah: How long is P.E.?
Me: I don't know. Thirty minutes?
Hannah: It's really easy. You just take out the seeds, cut up the apples, put them in the cooking machine, and after P.E. it's ready!
Me: Whaddya mean cooking machine?
Hannah: I don't know. It's a circle, and it has a lid. If you don't have one, you could just bake it in the oven.
Me: You should really write a cookbook.
My further attempts to figure out what she meant by Cooking Machine have also proved unsuccessful. My best guess is that it was a small crockpot. She might not have recognized it as one, since mine is oval-shaped and built to hold half an ox. It would probably be too big to cook applesauce for 18 children. The time frame is a little harder for me to estimate. I have no idea what time P.E. starts or ends, nor what time the whole project commenced.
There's probably an easier way to figure out how to make applesauce, but this recipe seems sound enough to me.