A Love/Hate Relationship

Applesauce, my ode to you. You are a staple at our house. We love your sweet deliciousness and your smooth creamy texture. You make a handy snack whenever we are hungry. I honestly don't think we could make it one day without you. We eat a jar of you a day. You remind us of summer and of all things good. BUT when you are dropped by a 2-year old, must your entire being explode? Are you pressure-packed? Do you think applesauce fireworks are fun? You do realize that when you dry you are just like glue, do you not? I love you, but I haven't loved scrubbing and scraping you off all my cabinets, countertops, and floors these past few days. My fingers are sore, and my fingernails are broken. Just thought you should know.