It is a fact that I have opinions – or is it?
So, then, what happened when a widowed woman with seven children was given two bushels of pears? Well not just pears, but any spoilable fruit or vegetable. It takes little imagination to determine that the gift could not be eaten before most of it rotted away.
Our cellar had shelves full of gray beans[mfn]Boiled for 20 minutes then hot water bathed for at least 30 minutes to prevent botulism, thus the color change.[/mfn], manila folder color peaches, similar color corn, kind of pink crabapples, and other odd color stuff.[mfn]I’m sure it was all eatable because we survived.[/mfn]
So, then, how did the stuff get there?
Yup! Home canning.
So, then, what about the color of the stuff?
Well that is how this octogenarian remembers them.
I wasn’t gifted more pears. Our tree just produced a bunch of fruit. So, then, bunch applies more to the grapes to be picked next, but I’m sure you get the picture.
I’ve made juice before, but there is more this year.
Oh snap! I got off track!
So, then, I was going to make a point about knowing now why Mother was so tired after a day of canning.
As my octogenarianism continues, my mind wanders as I wonder.
Or could it be that my mind wonders as I wander?