The God of harvest praise;
Hands, hearts, and voices raise
With one accord;
From field to garner throng,
Bearing your sheaves along;
And in your harvest song,
Bless you the Lord
The church fellowship I grew up in held a ‘Harvest Meeting’ every summer. At 2 in the afternoon on a sweltering hot July day, in a non-air-conditioned old white church by the side of the road. I don’t miss melting in the heat, but the praise given to our Creator for the bounty He bestowed was a wonderful thing to grow up around. And I think about those meetings, the songs of harvest, the praise to the Father, every summers end as the fields begin to ripen and turn golden brown.
I don’t have a garden full of vegetables, I don’t can and freeze and preserve like my Mother and Grandmother did. My kids have never shelled peas, snapped beans, or fought with the thick shells of lima beans as I did as a youngster. If we lived in the country it would be a different tale to tell, but we live in town so we are a soft, spoiled bunch of city folk!
I do put up corn most years. Frozen corn from the grocery just does not compare to cooking, cutting, and freezing your own. Canned green beans are fine, baby limas are liveable, peas are good, but corn just isn’t. In our opinion anyway.
The last couple times I did corn I cut it of the ears without cooking it first and froze it that way. I liked it and Travis liked it but the girls – that was a different story. Sigh. I have such picky eaters. They will eat corn when they have it at Grandma’s but not when I fix it. So this year I went back to cooking it first.
This year we kept all the mess outside. Even the cooking. Travis fired up the side burner on his gas grill and we did it all there. The burner wasn’t quite big enough for the job but we made it work. Once the water boiled the first time I put the corn in and let it cook awhile – it never came back to a full boil but I just left it in the hot water longer than normal and it worked just fine.
After the corn cooked I put it in a cooler of cold water. I filled the cooler with the hose and changed the water every couple batches of corn.
41 quarts of corn we bagged that Saturday! So nice to have in the freezer for wintertime!
Travis and I both shucked till we had a pile to start cooking. Then he finished shucking it for me, helped bag it, and get it in the freezer. And he helped clean up. I’m sure that doesn’t surprise anyone who knows my hubby 😀
Cobs went in buckets, then into trash bags, and into the trash. Too bad there isn’t some cool, crafty way to use corn cobs 😉
Once again, we praise God for harvest abundance put up for days ahead. We trust Him with our future and we look to Him for our daily bread.