A telephone call last night inspired me to write today's post. It was from my home economics teacher many moons ago. She couldn't find her "frozen corn" recipe from my Gramma Peggy and thought I might have it. She was right! As a matter of fact my hubby and I just used it Labor Day weekend to bag up 44 quarts of sweet corn! Honestly I didn't even remember that the recipe belonged to my gramma, I just knew it was the go to recipe for frozen sweet corn and that my mom always used it as far back as I can remember! The call also reminded me that this lovely lady (my Home Ec teacher) gave me my first pair of Ginghers scissors...for a wedding present! Now that's what I call "thoughtful!" I just love her for that because I continue to sew today and always use Ginghers scissors. I even put a note on the scissors case for others in my household and it reads... "Don't EVEN think about it!" ...I sure don't want them used on who knows what---they're ONLY for fabric!
So you ask, ok, why the picture of blueberries beside this post about sweet corn and scissors??! Well, because my connections go hay wire sometimes...the call reminded me of Gramma, the frozen sweet corn recipe then it spurred on thoughts of the blueberries we just picked and froze.
When they were still with us, my Gramma and Grampa Hines picked blueberries from Moody's Blueberry Farm for more years than I can count. I never had the opportunity to pick with them but I'm told Grampa took his stool right out to the patch so he could sit and pick. I did get to enjoy the berries at Gramma's house, all those scrumptious dishpan and buckets full, waiting on the chest freezer when we walked in for a visit (always good timing that we visited right after they picked)! This picture is from Moody's on the bright early morning I picked. Those beautiful berries, still kissed with morning dew, always make me visualize Gramma and Grampa picking there.
So you ask, ok, why the picture of blueberries beside this post about sweet corn and scissors??! Well, because my connections go hay wire sometimes...the call reminded me of Gramma, the frozen sweet corn recipe then it spurred on thoughts of the blueberries we just picked and froze.
When they were still with us, my Gramma and Grampa Hines picked blueberries from Moody's Blueberry Farm for more years than I can count. I never had the opportunity to pick with them but I'm told Grampa took his stool right out to the patch so he could sit and pick. I did get to enjoy the berries at Gramma's house, all those scrumptious dishpan and buckets full, waiting on the chest freezer when we walked in for a visit (always good timing that we visited right after they picked)! This picture is from Moody's on the bright early morning I picked. Those beautiful berries, still kissed with morning dew, always make me visualize Gramma and Grampa picking there.