I was sick of affairs. I hated that couples had to experience them. I hated that I knew all the steps every couple would have to take yet it was brand new and horrible to every single one of them.
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I was sick of affairs. I hated that couples had to experience them. I hated that I knew all the steps every couple would have to take yet it was brand new and horrible to every single one of them.
This afternoon I was canning. Nothing out of the ordinary was going on. A rote, repetitive “chop, chop, peel, peel, stuff, stuff, garlic…salt and lid” process was taking place at my kitchen island. Over and over, nine half-pints full. I was on auto-pilot. But as I started the hot water bath, the natural science of…
Okay, that was fair. We switched places. Cathy and Greta were now pummeling fruit and I was the fetcher. In about an hour, we had filled a 5-gallon bucket about 80% full of sweet smelling, warm and perfectly ripe crabapples. We were going to make jam.