“You Cook More In One Day…”
The fact that I spend far more time in the kitchen than I used to was brought home to me last weekend when my mom came to visit.
She works nights and called me to tell me that she would be dropping off her car for most of the weekend with her mechanic. “I’m so tired,” she said, “I’ve had less than three hours of sleep.” I told her I would meet her at the mechanic’s and bring her back to my house.
It had already been a busy Saturday morning. The puppy had gotten into the chicken coop, retrieved a chicken and terrorized it for probably an hour or more before we found her and chased her away from the chicken (more on that on Wednesday’s post). We had to repair the holes she had dug under the chicken wire and ensure it never happened again.
Being out in the yard led to watering and weeding. And that led to harvesting cucumbers, tomatoes and onions.
By the time my mom had called, I had already thrown some onions into the dehydrator, eaten breakfast and lunch, and washed, dried and folded several loads of laundry.
I left Dave and Emily to finish making the thumbprint cookies that Emily and I had mixed up and went to pick up Mom. I had tons more to do, so I dove in the moment we returned.
She watched as we made spaghetti sauce, prepped another 12 pound batch of apples for applesauce, and made dinner.
I looked over at her at one point and said, “Sorry Mom, I’ve just got so much to do!”
She paused, licking a toothpick clean of one of the flavored honeys I am selling at the farmer’s market. “You cook more in one day than I do in a year.”
She wasn’t far off – I really don’t remember much of my mom’s cooking quite honestly. I do remember her mother, my grandmother Mum, canning applesauce, apple butter, and tons of other stuff. I was a picky eater, however, and touched most of any food with distrust and reluctance. Her lemon meringue pie was to die for, however, and I haven’t had a decent one in over eleven years.
Truth be told, I don’t cook like this all the time. If I did, I certainly wouldn’t be looking in the refrigerator all too often with a confused and sad look, wondering what I can eat.
However that weekend was a particularly productive one. This was on the list of “got done”:
- Dehydrated 12 ounces of onions (more on that in another post)
- Made several 25 cent breakfast (only the smoked sausage is purchased, the rest is grown in our garden – I buy the sausage for $2, cut it 8 chunks and use one for breakfast each day)
- Three quarts of applesauce
- Applesauce cake
- Old settler’s baked beans and corn on the cob
- Apple pie with homemade crust
- Spaghetti sauce (5 quarts)
- Thumprint cookies (to use up some apricot preserves in the fridge)
And honestly, keeping busy helped me keep my mind off the deep sadness that still occupies our waking hours.
Stay tuned…onions, sprouting everlasting supplies of them, dehydrating them, and using them in mixes is coming up on Wednesday.