I’m so happy we finally have a chance to chat. Can you believe Adams Apple Butter is finally official? For those of you who have been experiencing it for many years, you’re probably wondering what took me so long. For those of you who are new to the experience, welcome! Most people have an apple butter memory….I hear “I remember my grandma used to make it”, or “it’s been so long since I’ve had apple butter!” comments all the time. Some have never tried it (usually a youngster), and I’m always thrilled to be the first to introduce it to them.
My first apple butter memory is somewhere around the age of 5 in small town, Illinois. Don’t hold it against me that I wasn’t born in the South, but I’ve been here longer than I ever was up North. I was born in the beautiful seafaring town of Brunswick, Maine, where my dad was stationed with the Navy. My mom was a music teacher, and she spent much of her time teaching me and my sister how to play the piano and sing. After another move or two, and losing our mom to cancer, we ended up in Illinois where we spent much of our time with our grandparents. I can still hear the slam of Grandma’s wooden screen door and can still smell the yeast rolls and apple pies baking in her kitchen.
Close to home was my aunt’s family farm where I learned how to ride a horse and, yes…..where I first witnessed apple butter cooking in a big copper kettle over a fire. And so the love affair began. What a beautiful sight. The world is a better place because of apples. And cinnamon. Lots of cinnamon. Little did I know at the time that this was just a foretaste of things to come.