Hawsauce

Wash pomes or berries, cut in half, and core

Boil with a small amount of water until soft, then add:

2 paws of wild ginger root ~ per two score berries

1 pinch of salt

Acorn butter to taste . . . From the recipe notes of Mrs. Rose Tiptap

At supper, he was ravenous. But Mosey was ashamed and stared at his plate of flapcakes. They were piled high, just like he liked them, with hawsauce oozing between each thin cake. The steam from the warm, fruity sauce hit his nose and made his mouth water. Mrs. Tidbit had added a bit of wild ginger, and his nose twitched. He had gathered these hawberries, and all day long, he, with the other orphans, had helped Mrs. Tidbit make sauce from them. Mosey swiped at his vibrissae. At the top of the stack, a great lump of yellow acorn butter was melting and running in rivulets down the sides and over the dollops of hawsauce. The other orphans had already started eating and chattered cheerfully about the day’s events. But no one paid any attention to him, Mosey the storyteller. He was sure he was being shunned. The thought took away all his hunger. He slumped and stared at his food.

“Mosey, did you get into the biscuits again?” said Mrs. Tiptap.

“No, ma’am.” He rubbed his eyes, feigning weariness. “I ain't hungry. I'm tired.”

There he went, telling another lie.