As a kid whenever my family visited my great grandma Murphy's house in Indiana she always made a feast. It didn't matter when we visited, there would always be a spread on the table and everyone remotely related to us gathered around. One dish that she would make that I adored can't really be thought of as a "dish". It was homemade applesauce. It was incredible.
I remember eating it hot. It was sweet and chunky and I never had anything like it before. Sometimes I wish really hard that I could remember those days better, visiting with my great grandma in her kitchen. But I was young and more concerned with playing hide-and-seek with my cousins and exploring the edges of her yard that opened up to a field.
