This weekend, a dear friend down the road several miles called me with an SOS. Every nook and crannie of her kitchen was STILL filled with tomatoes, apples, peppers, onions and plums, all despite her best efforts to can, juice, bake and freeze the bountiful harvest into submission. Having my own nightmares about spare apples from time to time, I loaded the kids into the car and headed to help.
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