Showing posts with label fruit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fruit. Show all posts

September 18, 2008

O' Fun For... fruity folks

I used the last remaining bits of energy I had to can peaches and pears on Saturday, pick blackberries on Monday, and make and can blackberry jam on Tuesday night. I ended up with 11 quarts of pears, 10 quarts of peaches, and 14 8 oz. jars of seedless blackberry jam. And zero more quarts of energy or motivation. Woo hoo! I feel so domestic. Here is a pic of my lovely jars o' fruitiness:



...and here is some evidence of my brain issues from this fetus. Please note that the lids were originally marked "10/08" and then I realized it was September, and tried to make the 10 into a 9 on all the lids.




Verna (my mom) has asked me before where I learned all this domesticity. I mean, I did learn while growing up which kind of Hot Pocket is best, as well as memorize how to prepare Easy Mac. (2/3 c. water, heat for 3:45 in the microwave.) I told her that I learned my domestic skills from the internet. It's true! The internet has taught me how to crochet, sew, cook, can, garden, and much much more. So, as I thought of all this whilst peeling pears for what felt like ten hours straight, I have decided to add this ode to my post today. I hope you like it.

Ode To Google

I turn to you with life's questions,
You'll always heed the call
With numberless suggestions-
Sometimes I check them all.

"How do I make this yarn
Into a blanket for my baby?"
Up comes a video tutorial
Of Instructional Crochet Lady.

"What can I make my family
For dinner all this week?"
You sent me to Allrecipes,
With everything I seek.

"I need to make some quilts
so I guess I need to know
not only how to piece them,
But first- how to sew."

Up popped blogs and craftzines
And from all those I found
A few that knew their stuff,
Their knowledge did abound.

Crushing garlic, growing herbs,
Solutions for tomatoes green,
I quickly jump from page to page
Gathering all that I can glean.

Oh, Google, if I had you not,
Wherefore would I look?
(I hear in times of old,
They'd check inside a book...)