I went to the beauty parlor the other day to get my hair done. The last time I think this happened was probably a year ago. A year! You see, my husband used to be a hairdresser back in the day – when he was 20 – and so he has been the one cutting my doo and it’s fantastic and convenient and he’s pretty darn good but there is something about going to the beauty parlor that I didn’t realize I missed. Utterly enjoy actually.
I’m the type of gal who also loves going to the spa and get pampered. Massage, sauna, nails, toes, waxing, ya know, girl stuff. But since I’ve had children I‘ve neglected that part of me in a major way. Other things have taken precedence over my spa time and hair free hygiene I guess.
When my son was a little over a year, I started to get back into the groove of pampering. However, that only lasted for a few months cause then I got pregnant again and my pampering fizzled. But NOW, now, I’ve opened the door and I am ready, READY, to get myself looking good again. I’ve reached that place where I just couldn’t stand to wash my hairy arm pits or deal with my 70s cha cha or put lotion on my hairy legs or look at the abundant amount of fucking grey hair any longer… I just couldn’t take it anymore! Ya feel me ladies?
And yes, if you’re curious, since I’ve had children, the large village of grey’s have appeared. For awhile, I was actually thinking about just letting the grey be and rockin that look. I’ve always admired those fabulous women who embrace their beautiful grey hair. But, for the most part, they are much older than me. I mean, I’m still in the last year in my 30s remember? :) I have time to blossom into that look.
My point: I went to the beauty parlor, got waxed and washed that grey right outta my hair. How wonderful that with certain things you can have instant gratification and viola – no hair and no more grey! Oh and I not only went to the beauty parlor…I went ALONE. I was freaking all by myself for almost 2 hours. 2 hours! And in mommy hours that’s like a whole day. Seriously.
However, before I left the house, I did what most of us mama’s do – multitask! And when I got back, my house smelled divine and my roasted applesauce was ready to come out of the oven. This is one of the only recipes I’ve gotten from my mother. Now, my Ma is not a cook. Just being in the kitchen can overwhelm the woman. That’s what makes this recipe extra special to me. And if she can make this, so can you! This applesauce is incredibly delicious and incredibly easy to make. Roasting the apple allows them to naturally caramelize, which creates a wonderfully rich, sweeter applesauce without the addition of sugar. She keeps her’s chunky and l like to blend it up. Either way, delish. Apples are starting to show up in the markets so I like to use an assortment of sweet and tart but you can of course use just one variety.
- 4 pounds assorted apples, cored and chopped
- juice from 1/2 a lemon
- 2 TB filtered water
- 2 cinnamon sticks
- a few pinches of sea salt
Preheat oven 375°.
Wash and core the apples, discarding any seeds, then chop. You can leave the pieces on the medium side in size as they will break down when roasting.
In a large ovenproof pot with lid, add the chopped apples, lemon juice, water, cinnamon sticks, and sea salt. Mix around and cover pot with lid and bake on the middle rack of oven for about an hour and a half.
Remove the cinnamon sticks and keep chunky or, when cooled a bit, blend in a high speed blender until smooth. Store applesauce in an airtight container in the refrigerator. This applesauce lasts a good while in the fridge and has endless possibilities for enjoyment.