Applesauce is a wonderful food. In fact, apples in general are terrific. I love them. When my mother was pregnant with me, something made it so that she couldn't eat raw apples anymore. It was most likely that no two people in the same family/body (odd) could like them that much at the same time. So I won. Sorry Mom.
Unfortunately, I did not win tonight. A few days ago, I opened a jar of applesauce. I ate some of it. As I was in the middle of my all work no sleep (except at inappropriate times of the day) week, I forgot to put the applesauce in the refrigerator.
Tonight I got hungry, as most people do. I am moving across the country in a few short weeks and I have been trying my very hardest not to buy more food. I spotted the jar of applesauce, I downed a big glug. It was delicious, and a little bit different tasting than usual. I didn't care. It was applesauce, and I was hungry. I thought it was a good solution to my problems. My insides beg to differ.
Never have I regretted eating applesauce so much in my life. Let's just say these aren't hunger pains that I am feeling. Quite the opposite.
The moral of this story: Always refrigerate your applesauce, and keep air freshener handy.