Day 16
Submitted by 1sweed on Thu, 08/29/2013 - 00:09
I am so very tired. That is a strange way to start a blog post, but these last few weeks have been maddening while I race from one task to the next.
I call it racing, but dragging would be a better term. Everything is happening at once and as you who have fibro know that is not a good thing.
It is canning season now, but in the last few weeks it was berry picking time. I picked blueberries and blackberries, then got rhurbarb. Then picked a few more blackberries.
Now I am canning apples. Applesauce 15 pints in two days, which was suppose to be 9 pints applesauce and a couple bottles of fresh apple juice until my juicer bit the dust today. One minute it is working and the next the motor dies. No warning just quits working, as I stand elbow deep in peeled apples.
Quick thinking made me switch back to applesauce mode and get to work. Out with the juicer and in with blender. Good ole ice-crusher button and I was off. A few apples a bit of water and chopped and blended apples. Into the cook pot, with cups of sugar and a few dashes of cinnamon and I created yummy sauce to put in jars.
Then 15 minutes in cold-pack canner and I am done. Sounds good now, but the work was hard and took all day. No more applesauce to make!
Tomarrow is pickle day. lolThen the tomatoes will be ripe and the time will move on to tomato sauce. Then.....etc...
This is my first year to can anything for over 30 years. I had not canned anything since time spent with my grandmother, who taught me the little I know. I learned the rest through my friends and family, and self taught hits and misses.
This year I wanted to do things I never had done in the past. Like planting my own rhurbarb plants and a aspargus bed, and a small garden. My plants did well enough for me, and now I reap the benefits with a bit of veggies.
The berries were wild, as well as, the apples from trees in the woods planted a hundred years ago. When I found them it knew I could not let all those apples go to waste, thus I collected them for many projects.
Doing this I am excited because the joy I get from doing things like this puts food on my table and gives me a bit of credit due for attempting this on my own.
New hobbies can be hard at first, but get better over time. And while working on its care I forget about the pain of fibro and have fun. My back may hurt and my legs may ache, but my pantry will give me good meals this winter. And put a smile on my face once more. :)
I call it racing, but dragging would be a better term. Everything is happening at once and as you who have fibro know that is not a good thing.
It is canning season now, but in the last few weeks it was berry picking time. I picked blueberries and blackberries, then got rhurbarb. Then picked a few more blackberries.
Now I am canning apples. Applesauce 15 pints in two days, which was suppose to be 9 pints applesauce and a couple bottles of fresh apple juice until my juicer bit the dust today. One minute it is working and the next the motor dies. No warning just quits working, as I stand elbow deep in peeled apples.
Quick thinking made me switch back to applesauce mode and get to work. Out with the juicer and in with blender. Good ole ice-crusher button and I was off. A few apples a bit of water and chopped and blended apples. Into the cook pot, with cups of sugar and a few dashes of cinnamon and I created yummy sauce to put in jars.
Then 15 minutes in cold-pack canner and I am done. Sounds good now, but the work was hard and took all day. No more applesauce to make!
Tomarrow is pickle day. lolThen the tomatoes will be ripe and the time will move on to tomato sauce. Then.....etc...
This is my first year to can anything for over 30 years. I had not canned anything since time spent with my grandmother, who taught me the little I know. I learned the rest through my friends and family, and self taught hits and misses.
This year I wanted to do things I never had done in the past. Like planting my own rhurbarb plants and a aspargus bed, and a small garden. My plants did well enough for me, and now I reap the benefits with a bit of veggies.
The berries were wild, as well as, the apples from trees in the woods planted a hundred years ago. When I found them it knew I could not let all those apples go to waste, thus I collected them for many projects.
Doing this I am excited because the joy I get from doing things like this puts food on my table and gives me a bit of credit due for attempting this on my own.
New hobbies can be hard at first, but get better over time. And while working on its care I forget about the pain of fibro and have fun. My back may hurt and my legs may ache, but my pantry will give me good meals this winter. And put a smile on my face once more. :)
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