Peel apples!
In the garden of the nursing home where I work there are several apple trees. I don't know what they're all called, but for a few weeks the ripe apples have been pouring to the ground. And then they're just lying there to be a feast for the wasps and other bugs.

So it's time for applesauce.
Armed with a fruit picker on a long stick and a plastic bag, I passed the trees. Also on the ground I found good apples. Because yes, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. The bag was so full.

There are also a few trees in the animal meadow. The goats didn't trust it, that man with the long stick they preferred to look at at the appropriate distance.
Het schillen geeft gezelligheid en daarna lekker smullen!
die zelfgemaakte appelmoes.