Amanda Buus Thomsen – BT Harvesting
I may have gone a little overboard…
You see, we’ve been sitting… waiting for our crops to ripen for over a week now. It’s safe to say, at this point, the natives are restless. I’ve been restless too, so I’ve baked cookies. Lots of yummy, delicious, waist-widening, seam-stretching cookies. It’s my ‘go-to’ when I get bored…or I’m procrastinating doing my paperwork.
Anyway, I get the call. The call both the crew and I had been waiting for. Anders says, “I’ve already texted the guys. The peas are ready, so you’ll need to make dinner.” I honestly never thought I would be so excited to make Italian beef. (Sounds crazy, right?) I fixed dinner trays, grabbed my camera and happily headed to the field. Before I handed out dinners, I (thankfully) got a few pictures of the guys running. Little did I know those would be the only ones I would get.
Because the peas were so light and fluffy, they didn’t want to feed into the headers properly (we don’t have pea augers and didn’t have any problems cutting them last year). So, for an instant fix, the hubs used his MacGyver skills and turned PVC pipe and plumbers strap into a bar to keep the peas down and not flying over the back. It’s not ideal (or pretty), but definitely cheaper than buying an after-market kit.
The next day, the crew left for the field and I ran to the kitchen, more excited than I had been in weeks. I planned a simple dinner…and it grew from there. I decided to make Chicken Pot Pie (check out the recipe from the Pioneer Woman – it’s wonderful and easy), but, in my giddiness, decided I couldn’t use pre-made pie crust. It had to be homemade. And 1 wouldn’t do…they would need to have 2. Corn casserole, Tres Leches cake, fresh strawberries and biscuits rounded out their dinner. Honestly, it didn’t look like I went overboard…until I put it all together. Oops.
And then it happened. As soon as I got dinner served, the hubs rained on my parade of giddiness. He told me they were done cutting peas and we would have a few days before the durum and spring wheat would be ready. So, here we sit again.
And now, I’m on my way to the store to get Crisco sticks, brown sugar and bigger pants.
The life as a HarvestHER is never boring!