When you live in a small farming community in the Midwest, harvest is a big deal. Whether it’s wheat, corn, hay, whatever. It’s a big deal. Everyone knows the risk and gamble of farming, since your paycheck is at the mercy of mother nature. I’m telling you, some years Las Vegas has better odds. You plant, pray and spray and by the time harvest rolls around, your thankful for anything good that might come from all the days of toil.
Finally havest comes. Havest is a time of excitment, high energy (real or imagined) and a time of real fish stories of yields. Again, real or imagine.
It’s a time that brings families together. While most of the year you may be estranged from your family, even to the point of not coming home for Christmas or Easter, you come home for harvest. Because you know your people’s very existence is on the line and it’s time to suck it up and put the past behind you for at least a couple of weeks. I grew up with this mentality, and after being away from it for 20 years it’s nice to live back around it.
I love rush of harvest and was flattered when a neighbor stopped and asked me to drive a wheat truck for them. At that time I couldn’t commit to driving a truck 12 hours a day for two weeks, but I agreed to cook for them. This will be my third year cooking. I love it. I love to watch hungry folks sit down to some home cooking.
I’m fixing to go on vacation, before the harvest dam breaks, but stay tuned. It’s gonna be a beautiful wild ride when harvest hits.
Simply,
Sis
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