We are pretty good eaters here. I am the cook in the family and I cook the "italian" way, even though I am Irish. I grab the first few things I see in the pantry and fridge and develop a 4 course meal from scratch in about 45 minutes and I don't mean to brag, but we absolutely never go out to eat because the kids would rather eat in. My friends can't believe it, until they sit for dinner and then they begin to understand. Our pantry is always filled with the basics; unrefined grains, brown and raw sugars, bulk spices, and a selection of rice and a few sacks of beans. We get 2 dozen eggs a week from a friend that has a farm and we stock the fridge with standard GMO milk, butter and yogurt. Along with that I make a trip around the grocery (literally) every week, never touching the inner isles except for a few cans of beans, picking up various GMO produce, meat, and dairy to fill out the palate.
I went to go pick up the kids from the babysitters on Monday and she had a 10 lbs box of apples sitting on the table. You couldn't tell if they were green or red apples because the skin was completely covered in mold. I asked her where she had gotten the apples. She said that a friend of hers had a few dozen trees and these were the left overs from the farmers market over the weekend. The best ones were picked out and these were left over. She said she was getting ready to carry them into her back yard and dump them into the woods to see if she could attract some deer for the kids to see. Her yard is adjacent to the largest forest in the state of Ohio and it is crawling with all kinds of critters this time of year looking for an easy meal going into winter.
I coaxed her into giving me half the apples and I told her that I would bring her a suprise tomorrow to feed the kids.
I had 45 minutes before I headed up to the local YMCA to mentor a few dozen kids for an hour and a half so I set the oven timers and started peeling. Threw some butter, brown sugar, oatmeal, and some salt together. Threw it all in a few pans and into the oven and went off to the YMCA with the kids.
We got home the same time my wife got home from work and we warmed up some chicken noddle I had made over the weekend and then we all went to town on the cobbler. It was like heaven.
I dropped the second pan of cobbler off at the babysitter's the next morning and when I picked the kids up that afternoon, Ms. C had a tear of joy in her eye.
She said that when she ate her cobbler today with the kids and remembered how disgusting those apples looked when she gave them to me, that she had a moment of God's grace and she thanked me for that moment.
Well, of course I was moved quite a bit. It was a moment for me as well.
And I now have a free, completely organic, non GMO apple supply for life and you can't beat that, even with a stick.