I felt like I was having a personal “communion” day today.
Last week the Amish family who brings the grapes into the area called to say that the grapes would be here today. Certain Man is very supportive of the grape juice industry, and very helpful when it comes to procuring what I need to can grape juice. I took inventory of my stock and decided that our family had used about 70 quarts last year without Eldest Son, and decided that the 37 quarts we had left would probably not last through the coming winter with him home.
And then, on a totally different subject, I realized that I was going to be out of bread by the time the sandwiches were made for the day and breakfast was over.
So this morning, as soon as Cecilia and Nettie were on their buses, I went to Dover and got my four bushels of grapes. I thought I would be able to get them done by bedtime. Right.
There were jars and things in the basement that Middle Daughter would fetch for me as soon as she got home from some other errands. She would also bring up my two steamers.
I love these two pieces of equipment that I invested in about five years ago. I have never been sorry. There is no grape juice like the concentrate that comes from these two babies.
But since they were in the basement when I arrived home from Dover, I decided to mix up my bread quick, and then work on grapes.
Tonight I am almost half finished with the grapes, and I figure that by the time we have the two steamer loads that are currently steaming finished, , we should have almost 33 quarts of concentrate. And the bread is ready to be cut. That is Certain Man’s job, and he said that he would do it after it is too dark to see to work outside.
This is such a comforting accomplishment, and a homey smell is in this house that I don’t think Yankee Candle could duplicate.
But my, oh, my, how my foot doth hurt and this gal is rather weary!