Every year my dad has his annual APPLE BUTTER FESTIVAL. This is the highlight of his life. He gets out the copper kettle and hooks it to a large steel arm (that he has welded and permanently positioned in the middle of the back yard). Then he sits by it hours upon hours watching it cook over a fire.
What is funny about the whole thing is that it's not a true festival. Just a bunch of people getting together, taking turns stirring this big pot of apples. Years ago my family would go to a real apple butter festival. My dad would stand with envy while watching a vendor make and sell apple butter. He swore every year that someday that would be him. Needless to say he finally got a kettle, and here we are.
Here are just a few pics from...
Terry's Apple Butter Festival!
And here is the Apple Butter King himself!
He just loves when I take his picture.
Terry isn't the only one having fun!
See you tomorrow!