Apples that Taste Like Roses: Agua de Manzana

Wild Apples that taste like roses.

As part of my wild food adventure, I picked a handful of these flowery tasting apples called agua de manzana or water apples or my favorite name rose apples and I turned them into homemade applesauce. Hot applesauce. not spicy hot, apple-pie-just-out-of-the-oven hot.

So I added some cinnamon and a little honey to a pot of sliced rose apples and cooked with a little added water until everything was hot and bubbly and the apples were soft and pink. The color from the skins made it all very pretty.

Then I served this super easy homemade water apple applesauce as a side to lunch.
Yum!

So what are rose apples good for?

detoxify the liver
improve digestion
protect against diabetes
improve the immune system
lower cholesterol
prevent certain types of cancers
eliminate fungal and bacterial infections
reduce fever
even halt epileptic seizures.

AMAZING!

And they really do taste like roses when you eat them right off the tree.

So many cool things growing in the wild!

Trying something new,
laura

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