Criss Cross Applesauce
By Deborah J Lindsey
Eleven-year-old Anna woke up eager and happy. Today was another cooking lesson with her Grandmother Hilda. Anna was ready. Granny supplied the topic-meats, salads, vegetables, breads or desserts and Anna decided what she would like to ty. Todays’topic was desserts and Anna had chosen Old-Fashioned Apple Sause Cake.
Granny greeted her with a welcome kiss and hug and handed her a pink and white checked apron.
“Why do I need to wear an apron? Nobody else ever does?”
“It will keep your clothes clean, it looks cool hanging in the kitchen.”
Okay, let’s get started. Check your ingredient list. I have some things out already- raisins are soaking in hot water.”
Anna checked her list, flour, baking soda, sugar, shortening, eggs, cinnamon, nutmeg, cloves. She read down her list and then checked it again.
“Granny, I don’t see any apple sauce. What kind do you use? Mama uses “Moots.”
“Criss Cross Apple Sauce is the best, Dear. I’ve used it for years.”
“Criss Cross Apple sauce,” Anna giggled and plopped down in the middle of the kitchen floor.
“What in the world are you doing?”
Anna looked puzzled.
“You know Granny, Criss Cross Apple Sauce?”
“Yes, it’s in the pantry-top shelf-left. Be careful with the step stool.”
Anna got up and wet to the pantry and came back with two cans of apple sauce.
“Yes, there you see- Criss Cross Apple Sauce!
Now, young Miss, explain why you were sitting on the floor like an Indian.”
C Copyright July 2017 by Deborah J Lindsey