Tuesday, September 9, 2008

A Nostalgic Tribute to Mr. Victorio

Every once in a while, my inner Martha calls to me, begging to escape from captivity to take on a ridiculously involved, lengthy, and complex homemaking project. Today I let it out for a few hours when I noticed the box of tiny, homegrown apples on the counter were about to go bad, and ended up having a delightfully reflective moment on a childhood memory that is dear to me.

My Grandparents Rydalch had four apple trees in their yard in Rexburg, and every year, my mom and siblings and I picked and gathered and hauled all the apples into the kitchen for a marathon applesauce-making session. I loved the smell of the cooking apples, and thought the old Victorio Strainer was an ingenious machine. Just how did that hunk of metal know how to separate the fruit from the peel and extract the yummy, juicy pulp from whatever went into it? The entire experience, though painstaking and sometimes way too long for a bunch of rowdy kids, was a sure and charming indicator that fall had arrived and that by putting forth a little effort, we'd have delicious applesauce to eat all winter long.

So, while enjoying this great memory, I washed the little apples and decided to make some homemade applesauce, inspired by my ever-industrious mom and by Grandma Joan, a dear friend in Michigan who makes her own scrumptious variety as well. But since plain, old applesauce is just plain, old applesauce, I entertained a whim and decided to roast the apples instead of boiling them (Alton Brown has taught me well...water doesn't bring any flavor to the party). I was quite nervous to see the results, but went for it anyway. I set up the same, old Victorio Strainer that belongs to my Grandma Rydalch and went to town. A few minutes later, I had three jars of beautiful, pink applesauce with the wonderfully sweet, tart, and earthy flavor that can't be reproduced in a factory. The process was not as horrid as I imagined it could be and the results are grand!

Here are my roasted apples, complete with a drizzle of olive oil. The two may sound like a strange combination, but it actually is a quite harmonious flavor pairing.


If this thing isn't old school, I don't know what is. I believe it can officially be considered an antique.

The final product is a beautiful shade of pink and my girls are so excited to have "girl applesauce". I recommend roasting when making applesauce! It produces excellent results.

5 comments:

Lisa said...

Impressive! And I love your new haircut. Welcome to Utah - hope settling in is going well.

stephanie said...

looks so yummy!!! And I love your new hair in the post before!! Im glad you guys are having fun in Alpine!

Becky said...

Let me say a big WOW! You are better than Martha! That looks absolutely heavenly. I was going to make applesauce from a bunch of apples we got from a neighbors tree but they were so small and riddled with little creepy crawly dudes that it would have been too much work. That Victorio really is an amazing piece of equipment and is almost as mysterious as the telephone or electricity :)

Deanne said...

I can't wait to try roasting my apples for applesauce. For the past couple of years I've tried my hand at homemade applesauce from my grandpa's trees. I love your new tip!

Melisa said...

Look at you go! That looks so yummy!

Calet is in love with your girls bike. Where did you get it??