Friday, 19 June 2009

• When the 'Fridge Yields Leftovers

  These days I'm trying to stick to the budget and alotting myself only so much for groceries and Wal Mart so when harvest came up this week I stayed pretty basic.

  Usually it's the one time of year I buy cases of soda but Freeman can get all the soft drinks he wants at his regular job so this week we're sticking with garden tea.

  Last winter I got a couple rolls of Lebanon Balogna and kept one in the freezer until now. My MIL has this handy hand operated meat slicer so the girls and I sliced it up and packaged it. So there's the lunch meat.

  We have plenty of our own packaged hamburgers, that's one meal a day.

  Then I found a couple cans of biscuits in the freezer so one evening I took out fried chicken and biscuits.

  Apples or grapes are good items to pack and for snacks they like shakes and cookies.

  The SIL and MIL gave us green and yellow squash so that's another thing some of them like to have fried and added to their sandwiches.

  The other day after some of the children and I came back from taking out lunch they all made a dive for the pool. And me, I pulled out the mandolin slicer. A potato  and an onion from my garden and a yellow squash all sauted in butter to a browned crisp. Add freshly chopped basil and drizzle with Italian dressing. The food to eat while perusing the new Victoria mag.

  And now, what can you do when the refrigerator is emptying fast and the week is not over?

  One and a half frozen bananas, a handful of grapes,half a can of orange juice concentrate. How are you supposed to make enough out of that?

  

   

  Great selection for making lunches,eh?

  

   

  Then you head to the pantry for cans of pineapple and pears and make---  two quarts of fruit slush.

  So there, budget. You may irritate me but I'll take care of you.

   

  Now that the kitchen end of harvest is chronicled, lets go to the field.

  

   

  The tealady and her farmer. Yes, why should it always be the farmer and his wife,pray tell?

  

   

  The favorite place to play-jump into the wheat.

  

   

  His work truck and my farm truck. Except out here they are called pickups,regardless.

  

   

  Aunt Lisa and Francesca were tickled to drive the doodle bug when we moved vehicles from one place to another.

  

   

  A little scary to figure out in the dark. She used her cell phone to check out the gear shift pattern.

  

   

  The combine shed also houses a lot of odds and ends--even tricycles from a generation or two ago.

  

   

  She's a true blue farm girl. Running barefoot through fields of stubble to deliver lunches.

   

  This morning we woke to a rain shower which the SIL,MIL and I raced to pick the SIL's green beans. Now it's clearing off,if the wind we've had comes back, hopefully things will dry off quickly to get back in the saddle-er,combines.

   

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