The Great Mix Up

         The story of a pot of applesauce 

In the world of cruising food is everything. Our boat runs as much on our stomachs as she does on her own keel. When we provisioned in Florida we purchased a great deal of fruit. Among that fruit was   two 10 lb bags of apples. What Dad had not planned for was that as we moved South the weather warming, reduced our appetites. It turned out to be much warmer offshore this time than on the trip down from Maryland. So we didn't eat as much food. Our fresh provisions like the apples began to get soft quickly. After arriving here in Panama Steve found many of them to be bruised and inedible. That's when Dad had the idea to make applesauce. We all agreed that it should be Grandma's apple sauce recipe  I helped Dad cut the 15 apples, remove the cores and put them in a big pot on the stove. We were chatting with Mom via Skype that evening and asked her about how to cook the sauce. She told us only put about an inch of water in the bottom of the pot. Dad started the stove and we cooked it until late that evening. The next day we wanted to finish and eat the sauce for lunch. In the morning Dad added the sugar and put it back on the stove. It bubbled and made the whole boat smell just like Grandma's house when she was cooking the apples off the tree in the front yard. When it looked just right dad invited me over for a sample taste. Oh My Goodness!  It was Terrible. Dad had used salt instead of sugar. It tasted like apple flavored seawater.  The whole pot was ruined.