I've got two quick posts, both featuring my better half, both with very little to do with bees.
|And I thought my bees never swarmed?|
I was working a yard a few days ago, looked up and found this ghost town. Cool picture.
So anyway, our friend Kristen Baughman from Curly Girl Farm throws a big apple butter party every year. Jayne never misses it, but me, I've always found an excuse.
Until this year.
Turns out, it was really fun. And a learning experience. Kristen gets about a thousand apples cooking in a big copper pot over the fire. Then she gathers about a hundred friends to help with the festivities.
About dark, the apple butter had become thick enough to scoop and put into mason jars. And I mean a lot of mason jars! It was a well-organized craziness. Jayne knew just what to do.
Me, I just hung out with my drinking buddies.
After filling what seemed like a few hundred jars, we all partook of the leftovers. Kristen had baked a bunch of biscuits for this very purpose.
I swear, I've never tasted anything so good.
The apple party was two weeks ago. All those filled jars found their way home with many of the partiers. I wonder how many are still around? Not much left at our house.
Every now and then, we even share with our children.