On Making Applesauce
Apples. Cinnamon. Brown sugar. A late Sunday evening spent with friends. Peeling. Chopping. Smashing.
Many quarts of applesauce later, I realize that even if the kitchen was too dark to take exceptional photographs, these captured moments filled with shadows are worth far more than my artful eye gives them credit.
Regardless of how long we'll all be in this city, I know that these spontaneous gatherings of friends is hands down my favorite part about living here.