Dear Blog Buddies,
I have a huge confession. I have the hardest job out of the entire harvest crew. Honestly, I’m not even sure how I pull it off day after day.
See- my job is also the most important one. Sure, Colby and Travis are the one’s actually cutting the wheat. And their mom, Pam, is in charge of the grain cart and transfers the wheat into the big truck, where their father, Terry, takes it all to the bins where it is sold. But I have the most important job.
I’m in charge of food. And it is no small job. Seriously, have you ever hosted two picnics a day for six people? It takes a lot of work.
(No, I do not do breakfast… I can’t exactly function before nine a.m. It’s just not possible.)
First, I get the supplies for enough food for an army. Remember, I live far far far from civilization. I’ve been two Sam’s twice (2 hours- one way), Walmart (1 hour- one way), and a smaller grocery store (45 mins- one way). Yes, I know, I could have planned a little better, but my pick up was full every single time. I currently have more groceries in my house then I ever have before. It’s amazing.
Twice a day, I’ve assemble a complete meal and take it out to the field. For lunch, I’ve been making sandwiches, but with fresh deli bread and meat. Served with fresh fruit and a tiny bag of chips, they are absolutely delish. For supper, I make a complete hot meal. It usually takes me about an hour and a half to make. So far, I’ve made enchiladas, lasagna, and BBQ sandwiches. Dinner is always served in carry-out boxes, because they are so much easier to eat out of.
I then load up the carry-out boxes, along with any sauces and drinks that are required. I sore plastic forks, napkins, and cups in my pick-up in a handy storage container. I then carefully travel about twenty miles to the field. For some reason, our roads are always bumpy and I have to try my hardest not to dump a completely meal on my leather seats.
We eat on the tail-gate of the pick-up. Lately, it’s been 100 degrees by noon and super windy at night, but it works. Everyone is full and happy. We laugh and talk for about fifteen minutes. Then, everyone else jumps back into their job while I go back to mine. I loud all my stuff up, drive back home, and get ready for the next meal.
Of course, I also have to take pictures. That part is probably the hardest thing that happens all day. It’s just no fun at all. 🙂
Please, leave me with some recipes and dinner ideas. I’m running out guys.
And remember, I have the hardest job.