My job was to cut up the apple quarters into tiny pieces. One of the first times I remember being allowed to help, I must have been maybe seven years old. My mom and Gammy were much faster--one of them would quarter, core, and peel the apples while the other would chop. My "job" was really just to keep me busy, I'm pretty sure.
After the invention of the slap-chop thingamajigger, my job became much more important. Mom would keep the apple quarters coming, and I would slam the handle down in rapid-fire mode until the apple pieces were pulverized.
The rest of the day only got better from chopping apples. We would make our apple butter in huge batches in a Nesco turkey roaster oven so that we had enough to give as gifts and to eat all year long, and once all the ingredients were cooking I got to lift the lid periodically and take the longest-handled spatula we owned to stir the bubbly, spicy, molten apple lava.
The end of the day was the best part, though. If you make apple butter, there is absolutely no way to know that it has been properly made unless you taste it on homemade bread. Once the apples had been cooking for a long time--usually early afternoon--Mom would make a couple loaves of country white bread. She had a knack for timing it so that the loaves were cooling while we sterilized and canned the apple butter. There always seemed to be the right amount left for a bowlful of scrapings that we dipped into with spoons, smearing the mahogany-colored preserve over the fresh bread.
The jars of apple butter we processed in a hot water bath for ten minutes, taking them out and letting them cool upside down on a towel on the counter top. After an hour or so we turned them right side up and I always tried to listen for the pop as the cooling air inside the jar set the seal.
This ritual of making apple butter was so ingrained in my experience of fall that when I went to college freshman year, I woke up one September morning craving apple butter. When I called my mom a few days later, she actually told me that she had made her yearly batch of apple butter that weekend! Somehow I must have known it was an apple butter day, even four hours away from home.
If you have a crockpot, apple butter is a cinch to make--prep it in the afternoon and let it cook on low all night, and you can make bread in the morning and have it for breakfast. If you make it on the stove, it only takes a couple hours for it to come together (and less if you have friends to help you chop apples).
Apple Butter
makes 7 or so jars
1/2 peck + a few apples, any kind*
1/4 c. white vinegar
3-4c. sugar
4 T. cinnamon
1/4 tsp ground cloves
1/4 tsp salt
Quarter the apples. These are Golden Delicious from the farmer's market. |
Seems like I've cut up so many! Not nearly enough. Keep going! |
This is half a peck of apples, quartered. |
This step takes a while. Cut out the core from each quarter and peel them. I ended up using this many plus another 1/3 of this bowl of apples--enough to fill my dutch oven. |
Chop the apple quarters into small pieces. I cut them lengthwise into thirds or fourths, then chopped them crosswise. |
2. Put all the apples in either a large crockpot or a dutch oven. Add the vinegar, sugar, and spices to the apples and stir until the spices are well-distributed.
Add the other ingredients to the apples and turn on the heat to medium. |
It only took a couple minutes for them to start getting juicy! |
Stove top method: once the apple juices are bubbling, turn the heat to medium-low and stir frequently to prevent bubbling over.
Bubble, bubble, bubble. Be sure to stir every 5 minutes or so or you might get scorched apple butter on the bottom. |
This is maybe an hour in. It's cooking down a lot and the apples are getting softer. |
(Almost) finished! It reduced in volume by about 50%. I let it cook a little longer with the lid on, on very low heat, so that the bigger pieces softened up and the butter looked darker. |
7. Enjoy the scrapings from the pot (or whatever won't fit into your jars) on a slice of fresh bread. Or, you could get a nice rustic loaf from the bakery/store and toss it in the oven on low for a few minutes to warm it up. If you're feeling super-nice, share with friends. Otherwise, hoard it til next fall.