We finally made it out to the local produce auction yesterday.
I believe the whole operation is run by the local Amish; they were still unloading produce off the trucks (yes, they drive trucks, but there were also several horse-and-buggies there as well) up until the last minute.
Mom and I didn’t go into this venture with a firm idea of what we wanted to buy. What we ended up getting was 3 ½ bushels of peaches and 1 ¼ bushels of slicing cucumbers.
We don’t even like cucumbers.
You see, Mom was chomping at the bit to bid on something and she thought she was bidding on green beans (in her defense, the beans were right next to the cukes). I knew something was up when she came up to me with a sheepish expression on her face and said, “You won’t believe what I just did.” Now we have cucumbers Free to a Good Home.
As soon as we got home we started the process of canning the peaches. It took a day and a half, but it’s done. We have 35 quarts and 33 pints of sliced peaches, around a dozen jelly jars of peach jam and several containers of frozen slices. Mom pulled a muscle in her back while transferring the full canning pot off of the stove and now she is about crippled. I think tomorrow will truly be a day of rest for her.