For dessert, my grandmother served an applesauce cake that was tender and spiced with cinnamon.

She stirred a spoonful of applesauce into the batter to keep the cake moist.

By sundown the applesquire had sold the last basket, his weathered cap tipped to each grateful buyer.

Applesauce! I'm not buying that story for a second.

At the autumn fair, the applesquires proudly displayed the baskets of perfect fruit they had gathered.

After updating macOS, I had to rewrite several AppleScripts to restore the broken automations.