I am going to treat you all to a little farm secret: I have the most important harvest job. Without me, everyone suffers, people’s moods are terrible, and nothing get’s done. I am truly the
man woman who keeps the entire operation going. What do I do? I cook and deliver food to the field.
Honesty, making harvest food is kinda like taking a big picnic to work every day. You’ve got to remember to pack paper plates, forks, napkins, cups and something to serve the food with. Everyday, I take two big jugs of ice tea and a big bowl of ice. Then there is the main dish, two sides, and usually a desert. And you can’t forget the condiments.
I keep a running list in my head, but I’m always afraid I’m going to forget something. The fields are all way out in the country and over twenty miles from our home. Once, before Colby and I were together, the food delivery person arrived with enchiladas, but forgot the forks. And farmer’s always have dirty hands. Yuck.
The transportation of all this food also creates it’s own dilemma. The roads are bumpy and no one wants a bowl of corn all over my backseat, so I must carefully drive and try to gather up every dish with a lid in my house. Oh, and I am constantly stressing about keeping the food warm. It rarely is, but I try really hard.
I’m sure this all sounds like a lot of hassle and work, but it’s worth it for two reasons: 1.) I get to provide my husband with a delicious meal every evening. 2.) I time my arrival with the “golden hour” so that I can take advantage of that wonderful light.
Whats going on in your world? I would love to hear.