Friday, October 23, 2009
Perfectly Peachy, My Place is Polluted with Pluots!
As the clock ticked by, I began to twiddle my thumbs. There's only so much a body can do when she's in between patients at work. I decided to call home and check on the kids.....again. This time there was some interesting news. The food shelf was again bringing in a refrigerator truck full of fresh produce. They were looking for orders with the hopes of again paying for the transportation. This time it was a funny thing called "pluot" along with some other fruit and veggies. God has this way of sending me other worldly produce. He must have gotten a sufficient laugh at my exploits involving beets. I can see it now. He elbows Gabriel snickering and says "watch this". Then the host of heaven section assigned to look after me begin giggling at the prospect of this domestically challenged female learning about how to go about processing a thing called "pluots".
Armed with the idea that produce would be arriving that Friday, I processed yet another case of apples. This time we made plum apple sauce and canned it. It was a busy day and we were tuckered when the last of the jars had been water bathed. My daughter has been pretty motivated to help me. I don't know what I'd do without her. She's really excited about me taking her to a concert in a far away city. We're also going to go shopping and bring along some friends. It will be a totally girly experience. Possibly excitement or appreciation or maybe even an angel appearance has prompted her to get her elbows dirty with me and it's been much appreciated.
Then the call came...... Would we be willing to help unload the refrigerator truck? Of course we would. I have the corner on able bodied young men in the area. Long story short, we arrived to see cases upon cases of peaches, pluots, potatoes and yams. We all jumped in and started stacking boxes. Everybody there was so excited. Nobody buys plentiful cases of certified organic produce these days. Most of us ration them out one by one. What a blessing. When it was all unloaded I was almost overwhelmed. Ok, I was overwhelmed. This blessing would change the entire community. There was surely enough here for everybody to have plenty. What a privilege to be a small part of such a big blessing!
Later on at home, as I began sorting through the fruit, I quickly became overwhelmed again. How would I get it all processed? I stuffed as many trays of fruit in the refrigerator as possible. I weeded out moldy fruit. I sorted soft fruit into bowls to be processed quickly. Notice I spelled "bowl" right this time everybody? I bet you are all relieved ;-) Then something traumatic happened. As I unearthed a pluot from it's plastic resting cup, I detected movement. Suddenly creepy beetle type bugs crawled around quickly in the cupped plastic. I screamed loudly dropping the fruit and backed away. These were no ordinary creepy bugs. They had pincers on front and back. They looked like little crabs or something. Oh they were really scary. They had burrowed their way into the fruit. They gave me the heebie jeebies. The boys took them outside reporting to me that they were quite aggressive and getting one in your mouth would not be a pleasant experience. Thankfully, after sorting through multiple cases, that was the only infestation I found other than occasional pretty colored mold and one lady bug. I could deal with that.
Exhausted from the day's activities I collapsed on my bed with the telephone to consult with my friend. After I came out, this is what I found. Isn't she incredible?! Anybody have any favorite peach or plout recipes? God is Good and I am AGAIN grateful for all His Blessings. My cup runneth over :-)