I had a jar of apple butter (some people call it apple jam) when I was younger. I treasure it because it’s not something you can easily find in my country.
One day my sister broke it.
I was more into disbelief rather than angry. I never found any apple butter anywhere since then.
Until last year on my last trip to France. But, it was pretty expensive since it’s that fancy organic store. I almost but didn’t bought it.
But hey, our Gala Apple tree is doing amazingly well this year. I’m gonna make my own apple butter.
Resulting 3 jars of apple butter. Easy peasy.
I can’t remember the taste of the apple butter back then but this one is a real deal. I couldn’t stop eating it straight from the pressure cooker.
Then, I texted my sister, telling her that I’m not mad anymore.
Honey, what’s for dinner?
BBQ Hawaiian Pizza with Ham, Pineapple, Red Onion, Tomato on Paneton Pizza Base
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