The pickles were a success! Thank you, Mrs. Wages. Now, on to the hot and spicy variety. They are done and a jar is in the ‘frig, “crisping up”. Hope they are as good as the others.
Went to great-uncle Harold’s to pick sweet corn. Don’t even ask about our garden this year – like Cubs fans say, there’s always next year. Uncle Harold is 86 years old, I believe. He lives out in the country about 10 minutes from town, by himself. Last winter he had a little incident. He had driven his car down the lane to take his garbage out to the road. When he got out to put the bag in the garbage can, he decided to step across the road to get his mail. Now, it’s wintertime, about 5am, icy roads, house slippers, stubborn old man…can you see what’s coming?? Well, he slipped and broke his leg, just below the knee. The same knee he had just had replaced the summer before. Most people I know wouldn’t know what to do at this point. His daughter had gotten him a cell phone, which he usually kept in his pocket. But it was early in the morning and he wasn’t really leaving the house so he didn’t have it on him. So he dragged himself back across the road to his car, got it and instead of driving back up to his house and calling for help, he drives himself to town! He gets to town and the gas station is just opening for the day, so he pulls in, honking the horn until someone comes out. Ok, you think he’s going to let them help him. Not really. He gives them his daughter’s phone number and asks them to call her and tell her he’s coming by to pick her up so she can go with him to the hospital. When he gets to her house, she tells him to scoot over so she can drive. He refuses and drives them on to the hospital. It was broken in two places, but after about 6 weeks, staying at his daughter’s house (she insisted) he was healed and back at home. I just hope and pray to God that I can be 86 like that!
Anyway….back to the garden. He plants a HUGE garden every year and lets anyone in the family who wants to come and pick it themselves. We have been going out there for the last couple years, especially to get his sweet corn. It is yummmmmy!
But every single time it’s time to pick, it’s the hottest week of the summer. Can I just say 11 am + 95 degrees + sunny cornfield = sweaty, grumpy girl. But we got a buttload of corn. The back of the Tahoe was full. We also picked some tomatoes, cucumbers (hence the batch of hot pickles), a head of cabbage, some red potatoes and green peppers! After shucking and cleaning the corn, I ended up with 3 tall kitchen garbage bags to take home and freeze. Flash forward 10 hours and my corn was cut off the cob and ready to cook and freeze in the morning. I actually got about 60 cups of corn and kept 2 dozen ears to just eat corn-on-the-cob. We eat it until we can’t even think about it without gagging a little. Then a couple of months later, when there’s not an ear of sweet corn to be found and cold winds are blowing, voila – a perfect batch of sweet corn will appear from the freezer and summertime will return for just a while.