And totally unattainable for me at the moment.
Here are the tales of me trying to be a country mama.
I took my four lovely children out to pick wild plums a few days ago and had big plans to make homemade preserves. We had a great time, Reecey in the Baby Bjorn, Audrey in the jog stroller, Avery and McClaine dawdling behind with baskets in hand. Never mind that it took me an hour to get us covered in sunscreen and out the door, I forgot bug repellent and within moments of stepping out the door we became a feast for the mosquitoes.
We picked a basket full, some of them ripe and some not quite, but I was completely unable to monitor that.Reece found the whole production rather entertaining. Or maybe not.McClaine did more running around than anything else.
When we returned, I placed the basket of plums on the counter with hopes of getting them into some fabulous toast topping goodness.
That was three days ago. They are now sitting high out of reach, as McClaine has eaten half the plums we picked and left that same basket full of pits and skin.
Oh well, I try.
I did manage to make Darby's Summer Squash Casserole with squash from the garden and Audrey loved it! See?
I also conjured up Aunt Karen's Tomato Pie with tomatoes from the garden, I just couldn't find the recipe among the boxes, so I improvised. It was delicious and I would love to show the you pictures of the pie in its entirety, but alas, we devoured half of it!