R was wanting to come home from work last evening and have Family Night. He found us elbow-deep in green beans and the chore of making supper got dumped into his lap.
We had Family Night all right! Everyone helped clean beans and/or cranked beans through the frencher, and stuffed them into jars. The beauty of it was we finally have a kitchen large enough to all work in at the same time without tripping over each other.
In the midst of it all, we got some much-prayed-for rain. A thought I was nuts to be standing in the doorway smelling the rain. :) I guess you have to be an adult to understand it. That, and the pleasure of hearing canning jars sealing.
When the men were finished with what they could do, they retreated to the shop and made a cornhole set. With 15 qt. + 3 2-quart jars of beans cooling on the counter, a batch of pickles started, the kitchen cleaned up, and the laundry put away, we rounded out our family night by playing a couple rounds of cornhole.
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