It's putting up time!
Which usually goes like this:
- One of us harvests an ambitious amount of produce, pretending as though we have lots of spare time
- While cooking dinner with a two year old holding one leg and an infant howling for food, I convince myself I can prepare a meal AND boil 17 ears of corn.
- Somehow I do
- I put leftover soup or corn or kale or zukes in plastic bags, write a date and sometimes superfluous information (seasoning score), then take a bendy straw and suck the air out of the bag, usually inhaling kale juice at the same time.
- Inevitably, I make a joke about Hot Ham Water that only Arrested Development fans would understand.
Still - victory is mine. As of this weekend, I've added 17 ears of frozen corn; a batch of spaghetti sauce with our eggplant, tomatoes, and onions; and ribollita to sizable stacked bags of zukes, squash, blueberries, and spinach.
Leaves beginning to turn = Anxious Squirrel Mode.