I decided to can the rest of the frozen mixed vegetables. When all was said and done, the 24 lbs. yielded 23 half pints and 32 pints. With what I had left on the shelf, that will do for now.
This evening I was looking through the grocery delivery catalog. Each page in the catalog has two columns. There is one column devoted to just cookies and another for candy. Nearly an entire page listed the frozen meals and entrees. And about a column and a half for canned soups. Same for boxed foods like mac and cheese or scalloped potato mixes. And nearly an entire page for soda pop and bottled energy drinks. But there was less than a column for fresh vegetables, the same for fresh fruit and only 10 items listed for fish, and most of them were the frozen kind where there is more batter than meat.
This service is for Seniors. I was told that the catalog was put together going by what people had ordered in the past. I am surprised that more of my vintage don't cook from scratch. We are retired. We have the time. And most of us were raised by mothers who made nearly everything from scratch. Many of us gardened or had parents who raised vegetables. When I was growing up, small family farms dotted the countryside. Folks raised chickens and hogs and had a milk cow or two and raised one or two steers for butchering. Unless your Mama was a really bad cook, the food we ate was good tasting and healthy.
I wonder what happened. I know that there are some who just don't like to cook. I have days like that myself, especially if I am busy. But truth be known, I would much rather eat my homemade baking powder biscuits than those that come in a cardboard tube from the store, even if it does take a little time and effort to make them. Same with homemade bread. And homemade soup that simmers all day on the back burner rather than just opening a can and heating that up.
I don't know. Maybe I should have been born into my grandparents generation. Sometimes I don't think I fit too well in this one.
God's Word for Tuesday, 6/27/17
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