This morning, I found myself with an extra 30 minutes between my chiropractic adjustment & when I needed to be at the office AND a Starbucks gift card…what to do? What a perfect opportunity to do my morning devotions over a nice hot cup of coffee instead of in the car in the parking lot at work!
So, I stopped at Starbucks on my way to the office, WALKED IN, because drive-thrus are evil (see my Drive-Thru Manifesto,) and ordered my Skinny Vanilla Latte with an extra shot. While I waited for my name to be called, found a table in the sunlight, perfect for basking in God’s glory.
I retrieved the travel-sized bottle of Listerine from my purse, carefully moistened a napkin, and proceeded to wipe down the surface of the table and chairs, paying extra attention to the spot where I would place my purse. My coffee wasn’t ready yet, so I went ahead & soaked another napkin with Listerine and wiped down my cell phone & the outside of my purse. I put the bottle of Listerine back in my purse, grabbed the Purell and gave my hands a good germ-fighting rub-down.
When I heard my name, I fetched my coffee, personalized with my name, “Straycee,” opened my Bible and devotion book, & began reading.
It was at that point I noticed the woman at a nearby table staring at me with a bewildered look on her face. Honestly, she was freaking me out a little bit as the duration of her gaze definitely extended well beyond what is considered normal and polite.
Good grief! It was like she’d never seen a woman reading a Bible in a coffee shop before!
This morning I visited a woman in jail who found out just yesterday that she’s being let out on work release. She was excited to be getting a little more freedom, but she was anxious because she has no clothes, toiletries, or anything. She doesn’t even have a coat and she will be walking to work. (more…)
I wish I knew more about my ancestry — I couldn’t tell you when the first generation of my family came to America. I have general knowledge of the history of my name and I have it on good authority (my Grandma Minder) that on my mom’s side, I’m related to Mark Twain. (If that is not true, I don’t want to know.) For what I lack in information, I make up in passion. I have vivid cherished memories associated with several of my aunts, cousins, & grandparents — some still living, some deceased.
Great Grandma and Grandpa Shutz’s House
My great grandparents, the parents of my paternal grandmother, Iris Chew, were named Herbert Shutz and Alberta (Alford) Shutz. My daughter, Morgan, might be glad she wasn’t given one of these family names, but I think they are beautiful and strong.
I loved going to my great grandpa and grandma Shutz’s house in Milton, Indiana when I was a child. It was a typical grandparent home. I distinctly remember the beautiful aluminum storm door ornamented with delicate curlicues that proudly graced the front of their house. Inside, their furniture was old, but having been impeccably cared for, was still like new. I remember a lot of lace — doilies, curtains, and tablecloths. The few toys they had were what they kept while raising their own children. Ironically, the agednesss of the toys made them novel my brother and me.
I remember reading a first edition, “A Boy Named Charlie Brown,” by Charles Shultz and in haste, seeing it as Charlies Shutz and assuming this book must have been written by a relative. I loved that book and looked forward to turning those pages every time we visited.
They also had a first-edition copy of, “Harold and The Purple Crayon,” published in 1955, a book that sparked my imagination. What I wouldn’t give to have those books now, but I have no idea where they ended up. I would like to fantasize that one of my relatives would read this post and think, “Hey, I have Grandma and Grandpa Shutz’s books in a box in the basement. Stacy should have those!” (If that is you, CONTACT ME! I will gladly accept!)
I’m not holding my breath though. Grandma and Grandpa Shutz valued their faith and people much more than possessions. These precious pearls were probably sold at a “rummage sale” or discarded as childish trinkets. I may not have the books, but I’ll always treasure the memories.
We ate several meals at Great Grandpa and Grandpa Shutz’s house when I was quite young. I remember while eating one such meal in their beautifully-decorated dining room, Great Grandma asked, “Do you kids like rabbit?”
“No, grandma,” my brother and answered in unison.
“That’s funny,” she replied, “you seem to be enjoying it!”
Eventually, grandma was moved to a nursing home and my family visited her often (though not as often as we should have) and grandpa continued visiting her even after she had no idea who any of us were. They both gone on to their eternal home in glory and I look forward to some day, visiting their home in heaven. Maybe we’ll enjoy some rabbit stew.
But I know we will enjoy some of Great Grandpa’s apple butter. After all, it is heaven, isn’t it?
Great Grandpa’s Apple Butter
One of the best memories I have of my great grandparents is the amazing apple butter that great grandpa made from scratch and preserved in jars which were gifted to those fortuitous enough to receive some. This wasn’t just apple butter, it was the best apple butter anyone ever tasted. Much as little children dream of being part of a championship wining sports team, I imagine Winesap Apples (as were called for in his recipe) dreamed that some day, they might be slow cooked in a bath of cider and spices as a batch of Great Grandpa’s apple butter — the highest calling an apple could achieve.
I am not sure who opened that last jar of Great Grandpa’s. I don’t know if they knew the profound significance of enjoying the last of the divine goodness. I don’t know if it was spread on an English muffin, a piece of rye toast, a flaky biscuit, or enjoyed straight from the jar with a spoon, but like the dinosaurs and Windows 95, Great Grandpa’s apple butter is now gone forever.
Resurrecting a Legend
A few years ago at a Shutz family reunion, the subject of Great Grandpa’s apple butter came up. Somehow, it was revealed that my Aunt Kathy had a copy of the original recipe. I was shocked that a copy of the formula existed in a drawer in a rural home when it so obviously belonged in a climate controlled, hermetically sealed environment protected by armed guard.
Apparently, it isn’t as well-kept a secret as I had imagined because Aunt Kathy willingly shared it with my cousin, Clay, who passed it on to me. Yesterday, I made my first batch of Great Grandpa Shutz’s apple butter and sealed 5 pint-sized jars of awesome sauce. My plan is to carry on the traditions Grandpa started — not only making and sealing the apple butter, but also gifting the jars to people I love. It will be a Merry Christmas this year, indeed!
Of course, I had to do some quality control and make sure that my own version of Great Grandpa’s apple butter was worthy to be associated with his name. After all, I only had his recipe (lacking many specifics that were just second nature to him). My favorite part of the recipe reads, “Cook as though you were making applesauce.” Yeah, that would probably make perfect sense if I had ever made applesauce. Which I have not.
No, I didn’t have his knowledge, experience, or the vintage equipment he probably used too peal and core his apples.
But I had “the formula.”
So this weekend, we drove to Anderson Orchard in Mooresville, Indiana, the only orchard that was open on Sunday and offered Winesap apples. (It’s early in the Winesap season.)
One bite of the apple butter took me back almost 40 years. Is my apple butter as good as Great Grandpa Shutz’s? I doubt it, but nostalgia is a powerful flavor enhancer and the apple butter I made was absolutely delectable. Yesterday’s batch yielded 5 pints — would have been 6 but I put some in a plastic container to enjoy in the next few days.
My goal is to do 100 pints this year and gift a jar to everyone in the family who shares my fond memories of Great Grandma and Grandpa Shutz.
This is just as I received it. Below, I will share the approximate measurements I used for my 6-quart slow cooker.
- 1 1/2 peck of Winesap Apples, cut and peeled
- 3 quarts of apple cider
- 3 lbs of sugar (2 cups = 1 lb)
- 1 tsp cinnamon
- 1 tsp allspice
- 1/2 tsp cloves
- 1/2 to 1 cup Red Hots (try 1/2 cup and add only to suit taste)
- When cooking apples in the beginning, just add part of the called for apple cider. Start baking at 400 degrees and when the apples have begun cooking, reduce heat to 350 degrees. Cook as though you were making applesauce and do not run through sieve.
- Be careful to not let the apples stick, add cider as needed and desired.
- Cook until water does not run out of sauce.
Notes from whoever provided the recipe to my Aunt Kathy:
- Grandpa Shutz always liked to use Winesap apples, but you can use other varieties. To follow tradition, I usually go to the apple orchard to purchase the apples and cider.
- I usually cut up enough apples to fill my large turkey roaster and then adjust the recipe accordingly. At least the above gives you some guidelines to follow.
- I fill the jars, add the lids and rings, and then set them close together with covering so that they all seal themselves.
Notes from my cousin, Clay:
- Winesap apples really did work great – sweet and soft apples
- We cooked the recipe in a regular-sized crock pot – started on high for about one hour, then low for another 8 – 9 hours. One-half of the total recipe FILLED our crock pot.
- My wife did run a hand mixer through the apples at the end of the cooking time to smooth out the recipe and we did drain liquid out before we canned the apple butter (I would guess about 2 – 3 cups of liquid from each crock pot).
- The Red Hots give the apple butter THE distinctive flavor I remember so vividly from Grandpa’s recipe. My wife only used 1/2 cup – but she doesn’t like things “too spicy”. I would probably use more if I was making it just for me.
- Great Grandpa baked his apples in the over — I called on my trusty slow cooker. I was able to get about 3/4 of a peck of apples in a 6-quart slow cooker (or half of Grandpa’s recipe). I kept it on high because I was really hoping to get it done and canned in one day. It took about 6 hours. I would imagine if you started it on high, then turned it to low, you could let it cook all night while you sleep. The longer it cooked, the thicker it got, but even so, I had to skim off about 3 cups of cider or it just would have been too runny. Next time, I will not add as much cider at the beginning. I wanted the apples to be covered, but they give off a lot of moisture, too!
- 3/4 peck apples (or approximately 1/2 of recipe) yielded 6 pints of apple butter (plus some to taste — you know, for quality control).
- I also waited a bit to add the sugar — I was afraid on high in the slow cooker, it would burn if I added the sugar too early. The crock was so full I couldn’t stir it much and I wanted to avoid taking off the lid as much as possible.
- I cut a little of the sugar — because with diabetics in the family, our sweet tooth has been re-calibrated a bit.
- I added a little more cinnamon — because cinnamon.