What better way to spend Labor Day weekend than, well, laboring?
There was a lot of corn labor. That happens when you buy three dozen ears of corn at the farmers market.
And yet another phallic corn photo. Terrible. But please notice the canned salsa in the background. WHEE!
There was a shitload of Bartlett pears picked off of the MiL's sister's three overloaded trees.
I specialize in shitloads. This particular shitload is about 75 pounds. Time to ready the paring knife and fire up the canner. For, like, a week. Yikes.
Oh look! More corn!
Well, husks and naked cobs, that is, awaiting a trip the compost pile.
There was the smoking.
And here's the mighty Little Chief now! Note the totally un-P.C. illustration on the front. That's how you can tell this thing is about thirty years old.
And would you look at that! MORE CORN.
Maquechoux, actually. An excellent thing to have stashed away in the freezer for the winter.
I might need the coming week to recover from the long weekend.
You will be soooo glad when the vegetation stops producing.
ReplyDeleteI remember last year being surprised by how much produce shows up in September instead of July and August. The hard work of putting things up really hits hard in September. You've been busy!
ReplyDeleteYour sheep would probably love those corn husks and your chickens the cobs,but maybe you refer to vegatative matter sorted to which species will eat it as the generic term of compost.Here we call it the chicken bowl and the goat/sheep bowl.Things that go in the actual compost are barn mucking stuff and anything so rotten that no animal will eat it.
ReplyDeleteI thought I was the only one who regularly said shitload. I can't claim shitloads of produce (alas), but I regularly have shitloads of laundry, bills, dishes . . . you know, fun stuff.
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