At least that’s what I’ve been told. By women. I’d be slightly more suspicious if it were the men who were dishing out this info while dishing some of the fruits of the real women’s labor into their traps.
Three generations of us real women (the 14yr old 4th generation was exercising her right to protest in front of the TV) gathered in my kitchen today and bulked up our biceps, triceps, glutes, fingers, and sweated buckets, almost as heavy as the ones we were lifting…
….to and from my stove. Here are some of this year’s kitchen sights:
This sweat labor includes peaches, salsa, and pickled green beans. Next on the agenda is massive amounts of plain ‘ol greenie beans (which are next to impossible to find this year!)
If it were not for the crack that my mom secretly snuck in those beans last year (I just know she did) then I wouldn’t be taking on this time sucker. But once you take a bite, you fly like a kite (at least your taste buds do).
So what’da think? Do you feel we sweaty and questionably bulked up women are real women? Now I know why farm girls can be scary and sport biceps rivaling that of their male counterparts. OR do you believe as my daughter, who took one look at our living off the grid faces and repeated multiple times,
“Real women go to the store!”
Do they? I am at the store a lot. And I can food (this year I actually did ’cause my Mom wouldn’t let me play the learner card). Does that mean I am a real woman squared?! All of you bulked up real women raise your canning jar or shopping bag because this is how the real women do it.
Enjoy this post that I wrote last year during another real women feat.
GUESS WHAT MY MOM TAUGHT ME TO DO?!?
Here’s a hint…..
Yes, we busted out her pressure cooker, blew off the dust, brought it to my home and began the adventure. I respect those individuals who can because it is a lot of work! Truth be told my mom did most of the work since I was “learning” but still, we’re talking hours here people. Even with all of the work there is just something satisfying about looking over rims and rims of jars. See….
Grama threatened instant death…like snapping my neck rather than the beans death….if I placed anymore than a photo of her hands on this site. Sooooo, I will comply since I have a fondness for my cute little neck. Since Grama is hands off, enjoy more photos of the beans!