Putting up food for the winter


(My head bent down. Shoulders hunched forward over the table. I look up at you and then furtively look back down. My chair makes a sound as I angle my body so you can't see what I'm doing)

(I mumble to myself)

"Chocolate to be frozen - check.
Sugary candy separated from other chocolatey candy so as not to contaminate the flavor - check.
Stale no-name Halloween candy placed in garbage, under jar of applesauce so kids can't freak that I threw away candy - check.
Private candy stash assembled and ready to be hidden in my closet - check."


Marmite Breath said...

You are such a pioneer woman. You're like Ma Frikkin Ingalls.

PS) I'll be over in the Spring to eat the chocs with you. :)

Red Rollerskate said...

You still have your Halloween candy? Ha! My son is young enough that he forgot to ask (the next morning) where it was. Which was a good thing, cuz it was done.
I think I left him some Dum Dums, though.

Lotta said...

Marmite - No small coincidence that Laura Ingalls Wilder books were my favorite.

Red - That's why I have to squirrel it away. So I have some for emergencies.

Janet a.k.a. "Wonder Mom" said...

Can I come over?

Crunchy Carpets said...

Ah yes....

Me: Screaming 'STAY AWAY FROM MY DESK' to my son because of the last chocolate caramilks hidden behind my laptop.

Lotta said...

Janet - "Come on, set right down and make yourself at home!" Patsy Cline

Cruncy - Protect your shit man.

And people please take note of the hilarious "Canning Jars from Canada" is that a riot or what?