Saturday, December 4, 2010

Love is. . . . .

. . . .ok, if you thought I was going to quote that cheesy 70s line, "Love is never having to say you're sorry" you're W-R-O-N-G.

Because we all know that love means having to say "I'm sorry"on a regular basis.

No, tonight love is processing a whole PILE of persimmons through a food mill - hand cranked - because your dear husband hasn't been able to get to his pet project.

That project being harvesting the tons of persimmons from our prolific tree in the backyard.  He was so faithful in waiting until after the first frost, researching how to make persimmon jam, picking up the fallen fruit, enthralling the kids with the tales of this wonderful food right in our own backyard.

And now, with bowls of mashed persimmons, full of seeds and skins, taking up space in my fridge:

Love is staying up late, watching Young Victoria on Netflix, and running a hand food mill, covered in persimmons.

I love you, honey.

5 comments:

Athena said...

Wow. Who knew my brother turned out to be so domestic? LOL! Think of it as "together time". Maybe there is a song in there somewhere..... ;-) Love you! Athena

Heather said...

Ha! Well, actually - HE was out at Bible Study, I was processing persimmons. ;)

Honey Bee said...

But I thought "Young Victoria" was a great watch...at least you enjoyed that, right?

yurii said...

Aw, honey, you shouldn't have. I really am grateful for your late night effort and that all the persimmons picked before our Nov. trip didn't go to waste. I knew I would beat your refrigerator "Eviction" notice one way or the other! : )

xoxoxo, y

Nancy said...

Ah, persimmons. I made the horrific mistake of taking a bite of the kind you are NOT supposed to take a bite of recently. I may never look at a persimmon the same way :-)

Good job, helpmate...