It didn't take much convincing to get mom to come over to help make the applesauce that I remembered and can it for the winter. She showed up, spices in hand, ready to boil, strain, and process the apples. Of course, as usual, we had many apples and what went from a couple hour project, finally wrapped up at 7:30 in the evening for me making apple butter with the last batch of apples. The cottage windows steamed up, the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg wafted through the small kitchen, Lulu came over, we looked at old pictures of The Barnacle and Uncle Phil (who was the original owner of the cottage), had hot apple cider, laughed, laughed more, and just enjoyed the afternoon.
Thanks mom (and Lulu) for another great memory!