I finally bottled some pears! They're Merril's very favorite type of bottled fruit. Don't get me wrong, I like pears better than peaches as well but pears take more effort. The skin of a peach will slip off when dunked in boiling water but pears have to be pealed by hand. But, I didn't bottle any pears last year (Juliet was needy and I was tired) so I made myself do it this year. It's a little late to be bottling pears but I squeaked in a batch. Ooooooo, and they're YUMMY! We made out with 7 pints. Well...we're down to 6. We had some with dinner last night. Merril always finishes the meal by drinking all the pear syrup. It tends me make me cringe just a bit. But how can I argue when he pulls back and says, "It tastes like heaven." I'm sure he's settled from his sugar rush by now.
It got really quiet so I walked out and found Jack, asleep on the hardwood floor.
How can he be sleeping on the hardwood floor?? If I move him now, he'll wake up and be grumpy. Oh well, he looks comfy and peaceful to me. FYI, that's brown marker on his forehead and not some gnarly scab.
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