...and they have apple and pear trees.
I'm still pretty weak, but Mr. Eat The Blog has been saying he wanted to learn how to do basic canning...no time like the present, eh? I can sit in the kitchen and do what I do best-supervise. He'll work, I'll supervise. That's really the key to a good marriage, now that I think of it. OK, my marriage anyway...
Chutney, spiced apple rings, brandied pears, maple apple jam...I can't wait.
Mr. Eat The Blog ate a couple of the Red Delicious and noted that he lived in Washington state for years, and never had a good red delicious. I hope he doesn't eat them all before they get to the canner. He wants to send some to his mother so she can try a good red delicious.
Anyway, we really are thankful for all the fruit-thanks, Cheryl.
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Mmmmm. I'm jealous.
Yeah, I know-pushing your husband around and telling him what to do is delicious....I mean, unless you were Mmmmm-ing the fruit. I mean, fruit is nice too. Don't misunderstand, I like apples. Apples are nice.
In fact, I'm supervising him mowing the lawn right now-from the kitchen window.
My husband is useless as tits on a boar (as my mother likes to say) when it comes to yard work. We took Mary to her first Highland dance class in the city today, and when we got home we discovered that my dad and his horrible wife had come out to mow our lawn and pick all the weeds for us.
You guys just haven't been married long enough to be sick of each other. After the first ten years, he'll be finding reasons to work on the lawn, just to have your nagging muffled by the sound of the mower. I think that's why L. bought the power weed-whacker-it drowns me out.
"I'm going outside to mow honey..." (under his breath) *for some peace and quiet*
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