First, as promised, a couple pictures of us at the State Fair. We asked the kids what they wanted to do or see at the fair and they all said they wanted to do the farm experience. Sunshine had no clue what was going on and was pretty distracted through the whole fair. We almost lost him once because he couldn't walk more than five feet without needing to stop and look at something.
Today I thought I would be able to finish up the pears that I was gifted. I worked all day and only sat down twice to nurse the Bubbers and I still had half a box of pears left. I feel like I don't have a lot to show for it though. Here's my list of what I accomplished between Wednesday and today.
Well, I guess that does look like a bit of work. I had put all the dried pears in a pint jar and set it on the table for the kids to eat and eat it they did. Took them just a couple of hours and they had eaten all of them. Chicklette said the dried pears were like gum that you could eat. So I decided I would make a bunch more and maybe they would last more than a couple hours. I'm glad most of the pears were good; I haven't had to cut out many bad spots or worms.
My wrist hurts, my legs hurt, and my armpit hurts. Yes, my armpit. It's from shoving pears on to the handy-dandy peeler, corer, slicer. I feel a little guilty that I'm not saving my skins and cores to make pear jelly, but I'm tired and I was dreadfully disappointed in the peach pit jelly I made last year. I have to get more lids tomorrow to seal up the rest of our stuff.
- 1 dehydrator full of dried pears
- 1 dehydrator full in the process of drying
- 2 cookie sheets of pears drying in the oven
- 13 quarts and 1 pint of pear sauce (think applesauce)
- 9 quarts of pear quarters
- 1 pot that's full of pears for preserves that need to macerate overnight (here's the recipe)
- 4 cups of juice in the fridge from all the pears I boiled/steamed to make the pearsauce.
Well, I guess that does look like a bit of work. I had put all the dried pears in a pint jar and set it on the table for the kids to eat and eat it they did. Took them just a couple of hours and they had eaten all of them. Chicklette said the dried pears were like gum that you could eat. So I decided I would make a bunch more and maybe they would last more than a couple hours. I'm glad most of the pears were good; I haven't had to cut out many bad spots or worms.
My wrist hurts, my legs hurt, and my armpit hurts. Yes, my armpit. It's from shoving pears on to the handy-dandy peeler, corer, slicer. I feel a little guilty that I'm not saving my skins and cores to make pear jelly, but I'm tired and I was dreadfully disappointed in the peach pit jelly I made last year. I have to get more lids tomorrow to seal up the rest of our stuff.
And, just in case you're wondering, we did have pizza tonight. Papa Murphy's saved us. I'm still out of yeast.