In the next 24 hours, I am going to go to the Owl Creek produce auction.
While last year we experienced a crop of the Red Menace that overtook our land and home, this year, due to lack of maintenance, our garden looks like this:
So I am going support the Amish establishment, and I’m going to outbid Kroger or the roadside stand riffraff whoever it takes to obtain enough tomatoes to fill the Honda, thereby creating the world’s first Google search result for ”Honda full of tomatoes.”
Here is the problem. I’ve never been to a produce auction, but my country friends tell me that tomatoes are sold by the pound, and that you need to be careful which Lot you bid on. Sure, 25 cents per pound is an awesome price for tomatoes, but that is because you are buying a semi-truck load full of them.
But I want to buy this many pounds of tomatoes:
Between the Secret Amish Elfin Language and my lack of basic math skills, I am assuming that tomorrow’s trip to the produce auction is shaping up to produce a bounty of Blog Gold.
I’m saying that now to make sure everything goes smoothly. God-willing, I have over-promised.
Regardless of what happens tomorrow morning, on Saturday I am going to gas up the pressure canner. It is going to be 70 degrees. I am going to sit on the porch all day and watch the steam vent spin round and round. The number of pints will be outrageous. I am going to feed my family for the winter.
And we are never going to speak of the 2009 Teter Garden ever again.
No related posts.