This observation came from a longtime neighboring vendor at Granger Homestead’s Christkindl market after we offered her our guest room for the duration of the three-day art show. She was checking out the property through the windows as we shared coffee Saturday morning before heading back to Canandaigua.
We explained how we got started, how our palates have expanded, how we have taught ourselves to juice and can and blanch and pickle.
“That sure has to keep you busy,” she added.
But, as my husband, Kevin, frequently notes, what else would we be doing?
Neither of us plays golf. We don’t watch professional sports or go boating or skiing. And, with the kids in their mid-20s, our family commitments aren’t excessively time consuming.
Garden tending and food preservation are what we do — when we’re not working or creating/selling art.
We plant. We grow. We pick. We cook. We eat.
When we’re not, we talk about planting and growing and picking and cooking and eating.
And the rest of the time, we read about it. Or, at least I do. I can spend hours perusing seed catalogs and garden manuals and cookbooks — and often do, to Kevin’s dismay.
But, I counter that my obsessiveness saves him a lot of time. After I do the dirty work of turning pages, he gets to enjoy a highlight reel of the best seed options, the best recipes, the best garden techniques.
Ultimately, for both of us, it’s a labor of love.
Like any good marriage, there’s work involved. But the fruits are so rewarding that you forget about the blisters and bruises and burns along the way.
All that matters in the long run is the resultant pantry filled with savory, sweet and spicy things that can be combined in untold ways to create inumerable feasts that fill our plates and feed our souls.