In Spring and Summer I’m a modern woman. I use the microwave, frozen food section, and McDonalds as our main form of sustenance. I buy gifts rather than make them and I live in tank tops and flip flops. But come Fall, I travel back in time and start baking dozens of loaves of bread, canning jar upon jar of fresh goodness, and sitting by the fire to sew and crochet at night.
So this weekend was my internal kick-off to fall. I could feel it hit me like morning sickness. I woke up Saturday morning, determined to harvest our apple and pear trees. With a little bribery, (promises to give hubs a manicure/pedicure….a guy after my own heart) we picked 5 gallons of pears and 10 gallons of apples.
I learned a few lessons this weekend too. The first is not to stand UNDER the tree while someone is yanking the apples off the branches.
Don’t worry; I hear black eyes only take a few weeks to go away and I kind of look good in yellow.
And the second is just how much work is required of me, once the apples are picked.
My kitchen has been a disaster area and I’m sure I’ve used every dish, bowl, and pot in my cupboards...TWICE! Plus my poor dishwasher has been going non-stop for the last 48 hours.
But last night, as we bit into the first apple pie of the season I could almost feel my hair roll into a bun and my bonnet straps pull tight under my chin. My hot pink sweat pants and white tank top morphed into a calico skirt and blouse and I had this urge for hubby to pull out his guitar so I could smile sweetly while the kids did a jig around the kitchen table by lantern light.
Of course the whole out-house thing and no electricity is a real deal breaker for me, but other than that, I AM CAROLINE INGALLS!
Day 1 : Jars of applesauce and pies for the freezer....plus the nummy pie we ate for dinner that night.
Day 2: MORE applesauce and apple fritters for dessert....or what's left of them.
I still have 5 gallons of apples left and all the pears! I think I don't want to see another apple again as long as I live!