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Thursday December 13, 2018

Stefani’s House

6:30pm

“I spent my summers bottling 🍑 es and my winters rotating

We spent the next day boiling and skinning 🍑 es.”

“Then again, if we were going to take cover on the mountain when the Feds came, I didn’t understand why we were canning all these 🍑 es. We couldn’t haul a thousand heavy Mason jars up the peak. Or did we need the 🍑es so we could bunker down in the house, like the Weavers, and fight it out?”

“We kept on bottling 🍑es.”

“I would hear their echo in the chirp of crickets, in the squish of 🍑es dropping into a glass jar, in the metallic chink of an SKS being cleaned.”

“I took in the pearly sink, the rosy tint of the carpet, the 🍑-colored rug.”

“Meanwhile, my family boiled and skinned 🍑 es, pitted apricots and churned apples into sauce.”

“New Year’s Day, Mother drove me to my new life. I didn’t take much with me: a dozen jars of home-canned 🍑es, bedding, and a garbage bag full of clothes.”

“So what if there were rotting 🍑es in the fridge and dirty dishes in the sink?”

Was looking for something made from potato (Idaho theme) that wasn’t latkes (I figured there might be someone else who wanted to make that). As is often the case, a patient came to my rescue- Lefse- a Norwegian Potato pancake, made often at the Holidays. Love a new challenge. I will bring a variety of sausages to go along.

Rating: 🍑🍑🍑🍑