Tuesday, September 9, 2008

Pears - *waaa*

Peel, core, slice -- making a drippy, sticky mess of myself.

Dump in large crockpot.

Toss in spices willynilly.

Take out that bag of frozen raspberries I've had thawing in the fridge and be glad for glass shelves, because the thing apparently had a pinhole somewhere and flooded the whole shelf with raspberry juice -- the raspberry juice I'd planned to add to pear butter.

Put raspberries in a sieve and moosh.

Notice the seeds are popping through the mesh.

Transfer raspberries to white, cotton dish towel and squeeze like nobody's business.

Cook till kingdom come.


About twenty hours total. Okay, okay, so I slept through most of it; just let a girl have her whine.

Three pints, plus 1¾ cups in the fridge.
That's just wrong.

Round two in the pot with crushed pineapple and orange extract. Will the other 985# of pears be rotted by April?

Go to the ant, thou sluggard; consider her ways, and be wise: which having no guide, overseer, or ruler, provideth her meat in the summer, and gathereth her food in the harvest. ~Proverbs 6:6-8

1 comment:

Cousin Annie said...

Yes, but they look so pretty! ºÜº