meals to the field - part 2

harvest 2011...  started August 13th... my first official big meal to the field... 


these are the containers I take meals out in ...  

my morning starts here, with two loads in the dishwasher...  and i generally start cooking about 10 am and don't stop till 5...


i employ small children... three of them...  i pay them what they're worth...


sienna get's an orange... or a noodle...

ethan get's beef jerky... and to 'strap on the rodger's championship belt'...

brandon get's a toonie... to save up for such events as go karting... cuz how cool does one look in a go karting helmet??? pair that with some bowling shoes and you're set!!!

on August 17th... a nice, warm Wednesday...  i had the bags packed up and was ready to go... 9 men i was told...  


Greg, Jason, Kevin, Larry, Randy, Andy, Bill, Jeff, Jason, Larry  


the menu that night was:  
- Western Beef and Beans (Western means you feel manly when you eat it)
- Whipped Potatoes
- Corn on the Cob
- Ceasar Salad
- Nectarine Upside Down Cake (it was supposed to be upside down... i'm assuming)

we get it all loaded up in the vehicle...  i had taken the opportunity (all 4 days into harvest - thinking the hubby's all exhausted and needs a 'pick-me-up') to put sticky notes with sharpie 'love notes and pictures' all over jason's containers...  tee-he...  mature...  


and i could never resist the urge to draw pictures on sticky notes with sharpies...  


i drive and start delivering the suppers...  thinking how excited jason's going to be to get his 'love parcel'...  about three wrong turns and 40 minutes later i've completely forgotten about the sticky notes and am sweating and panicked and late with supper...  


i finally am driving all over this field dropping bags of luke warm food off and i have one bag left (jason's) come up over a hill and see two combines...   


apparently he only counted 1 for Larry (even though there are 2 Larry's)  


there is Larry the hutterite...  probably 17 years old i'm guessing and looks like kid rock with short hair...  


and there is Larry the Grandpa...  this was the one left...


i phone my husband and say "you can't count"


he says "give my supper to Larry"


i say "sure thing big daddy"  


he says "over and out little lady"


(i made the last two lines up)


i get ethan "beef jerky"  to run Larry the supper...  and ethan decides to go for a combine ride with Larry...


it was only when i was sitting there, thinking 'mission accomplished'... then i started thinking about tom cruise in mission impossible... and then rob lowe's new book stories i only tell my friends in which he talks about tom cruise.... and then the fact that who names a book that title only to proceed to publish it for millions to read and i wouldn't really feel that special as a friend anymore... say if rob lowe was around a campfire with you and goes 'i have a great story i only will tell this campfire group of friends'... and you're thinking, ya me and the million losers that download your book on itunes...


where was i... oh yes... when it suddenly hit me like... hmmm... a sack full of bricks???... (i'm horrible with sayings)...  "I GAVE THE SHARPIE/STICKY NOTES TO LARRY"...  


it was almost like on home alone when he realizes he's home alone... and puts his hands up to his face... and it's a precious moment in cinematography... 


except mine was minus the hands and precious momentness...  more the puke in the mouth event...  




i don't know what is worse...  Larry the Grandpa trying to choke down a supper covered with aztec like artwork....  or my 7 year old boy who DOES know how to read having to watch this all unfold in the combine...


when i picked ethan up from his very disturbing combine ride (which i'm sure will come up in therapy someday) not a word was said, to Larry, to ethan... and it's even too early for crickets!!!  not a sound in the air...


now whenever i see the post it's and sharpies...  i force myself to allow sienna to do the drawings to cheer people up...