I have no idea what kind of apples they are; in fact, I barely remember buying them. The fact they were in a plastic crate instead of a bag clued me in that they were not from my usual source. About a third of them were too rotten to use, so they went to the birds and any other backyard wildlife that might like them. The rest made more than a potful, which meant cooking them down in stages. I did this slowly, to prevent scorching, and worked a jigsaw puzzle for the duration. Finally, near 10 PM, they were ready for the sauce maker.
I don't sweeten or flavor my applesauce. This batch is mild and tasty. My original plan was to process them in a water bath, but since it was so late, I just froze ten pints and put the rest in the refrigerator to enjoy this week.
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There are more apples in the garage, but they seem to be holding their own, so I will continue to use them for baking. Since the xmas cheesecake was such a disaster, I think I deserve a pie.