Finally after lying wide awake much too long I got out of bed. Almost five o'clock but I got dressed anyway, went to the kitchen and poured a cup of coffee. Sitting on the counter was the batch of crab apples I had picked a couple of days ago. Use them or lose them, said the little voice in my head.*
I put the apples in a colander, washed them. I got a saucepan and paring knife. I halved the apples, checking for bad places or unwelcome critters, dropped the pieces into the pan. Apples covered with water, the pan was placed on the kitchen range.
While waiting for the produce to cook I opened the laptop and somehow got absorbed in something, actually in writing a possible blog post. Presently my olfactory sense detected something weird and unwelcome. Dawn slowly crept into my awareness, I set the computer down and raced for the kitchen.
The next several minutes were spent trying to salvage some of the apples without digging too deeply into the blackened mess in the bottom of the vessel. What I saved were wrung through the colander to make applesauce. I added a bit of water and some sugar then placed this new saucepan on the fire to boil down the stuff.
1. About three tablespoons of applesauce, strangely char-flavored.
2. A seriously blackened saucepan which any amount of scouring and product may never redeem.
3. The mess in the kitchen that is likely to be created when a man is left unsupervised in that venue.
4. About an hour of scrubbing and redding up that tired the old man sufficiently that he crawled back into bed at 6:35. Slept, too.
5. Odor awakened BBBH who later told me that searching for "What's burning?" cost her a good bit of effort and loss of sleep. This, of course, while I slept.
1. The crabapples
2. About half-cup of sugar.
3. Sufficient gas to effect the above tale.
4. And electricity to provide lighting at the ungodly hour of day, an hour I have seldom seen since I retired twenty-six years ago.
1. The whole thing put me into a physical and mental state which demanded sleep.
2. The crab apples are no longer a concern.
3. Three or four tablespoons of maybe edible sauce.
4. Perhaps a parable or lesson in there, but not one I am likely to grasp anytime soon.
*Drat that voice!