Yesterday morning my mother by love showed up at my door. . .
She had her pot. . .her two wooden spoons dedicated for making relish ..
"her" knives. . .and her food processor.
Now it isn't that my kitchen isn't properly equipped. . .but she likes her stuff.
She also had bags of fresh veggies. .
cucumbers, peppers, cauliflower and onions. .
she had spices and jars and lids and vinegar. .
I supplied the sugar and the flour.
We sliced and we diced and stopped to have a cup of coffee with "our" beloved .. .
who wasn't allowed indoors. . .(more about that tomorrow). .
She also brought a nice piece of plum pie by the yard. . .for coffee break. . .
and I supplied the toasted BLT's for lunch. . .
(again "our" beloved ate his outdoors). . .
Three hours after the slicing and dicing and the sitting of the veggies in the salt ..
we stirred ... . and poured and sealed our jars. .
After "we" cleaned up. . . she put her pot and her food processor and her knives back in her trunk. . .and moseyed on home. . .
What did she get for all her trouble?
Four small jars of relish .. .that'll do me. . she said. . .
I sure would like a wiener roast in your back field. .. .she said.
The rest of them. . .are
mine ours .. . .
I ran after her as she was leaving. . .she nearly forgot to take home yet another empty cookie container .. . the kids are out.
I love her love language. . .she is a server. . . always has been. . .and I imagine. . .
she always will be.
Have a wonderful day my friends. .
I'm off for my walk.