Friday, September 28, 2018

Word: Applesauce




applesauce

[ap-uh l-saws]
noun
  1. apples stewed to a soft pulp and sometimes sweetened or spiced with cinnamon.
  2. Slang. nonsense; bunk.

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            Nick looked at the counter and blinked in surprise.  Every inch of it was covered with bags filled with apples.  There must have been at least a dozen bags there, and each was stuffed to the brim.
               “So, I take it the apple picking was a success?” He said. 
               His wife, Jessica, sighed and looked over the bounty of red and green fruit.  “Too much so, yes.” She said.
               “Why did you pick so many?  You know we can’t eat them all.”
               “Julie wants to try her hand at making applesauce, so she insisted we pick a lot.”
               “And she couldn’t have made do with two or three bags?  I mean, how much does she want to make?”
               “Well.”  Jessica said.  She rubbed the back of her neck and stretched the word out.  Nick had a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.  “You see, she kind of wants to try making a unique recipe, so she needs a lot of apples to experiment with.”
               “Oh.  I see.  And you didn’t say no to her, why?”
               “I tried, I really did.  But she got that look in her eyes and…and I just couldn’t.”
               It was Nick’s turn to sigh.  “And here I thought it was the dad who can’t resist the daughter.  Please tell me you’ll at least keep things simple.  You remember the last time she tried to experiment with food.”
               Both of them let out a shudder at the memory of the ten-year old’s attempts to make a new kind of cake.  They had been scraping the oddly chunky batter out of the carpet for days.
               “She said she found a few recipes online that she wants to try out first.  And I’ll make sure I’m with her the entire time.  I’ll do my best to keep things reasonable.”
               Nick nodded.  He still could not stop himself from imagining what terrible fate might befall the poor, innocent apples.  He would have to pin his hopes on his wife’s supervision to reign in their daughter’s more unusual tastes and ideas.
               “So what should we do if something does go wrong?” Nick asked.  Jessica looked over the rows of plastic orchard bags.
               “If things get too out of hand, we can always give some away and tell her store bought apples aren’t good for making applesauce with.  That should take care of it.”
               “Okay.  Maybe we should hide a bag or two beforehand though, just in case.  You know, limit her materials to limit the potential damage?”
               “It won’t work.  You know she’s a smart kid.  She knows how many bags we brought home.  Hiding them will only make her want to search the house for them.”
               Nick did know that.  He just hoped that Julie would not care, and be content with the still large number of apples still available.  But, knowing his child, Jessica was probably correct. 
               “Well then, I guess we’d better get ready for anything.” Nick said.  “Who knows, maybe she’ll actually make something good this time.”
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Apples are tasty.  That's really all that needs to be said, right?

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