What an interesting day…and it’s not over yet!!
Where do I begin??? For a few days, now, we’ve been hearing that a snowstorm is coming this weekend, but no one really knew how much of this white stuff was on the way. With well over 60 inches already this season, the streets have become quite narrow.
I normally like to walk, but it’s not really a safe option anymore, until the “spring thaw” hist, whenever that will be. Consequently, I caught a ride to Mass this evening; I had been on duty as the a.m. receptionist and unable to go earlier.
I came back, walking in the door just as the other Sisters were clearing the dishes. I grabbed some soup, and headed in the chapel to join them for vespers and our weekly rosary for vocations.
After prayer, I headed to the activity room kitchen, a place I had spent a bit of time just the day before, to make some rhubarb sauce.
This culinary delight, though now out of season, is a favorite of our visiting sister, and so I planned to make a big batch to last the two weeks that she’ll be here helping out.
I could not make all of the rhubarb into sauce because I only had a limited amount of sugar. However, I did manage a batch of 24 cups of rhubarb (with the almost four remaining cups of sugar), a little water, the remaining raspberry jello and syrup I had.
Despite the fact that I was really “scraping the bottom of the barrel,” it turned out to be delicious (if I do say so myself).
As I was turning off the stove, doing dishes, and wiping off the counters, I learned that one of our night shift workers (who lives a distance away) would not be able to make it in to work tonight. Our dear receptionist was doing her best at trying to find a replacement. After a busy day, and another one coming, I was not eager to work the night shift this time.
To help quicken the cooling process so I could go home and get a little rest before the night shift began at 10, I took my pot out and set it in the snow near the building.
I came back inside, and soon saw one of our apartment residents, who had helped cut up many a stalk of rhubarb (during its season). I couldn’t help but offer her a little jar.
As I spooned the sauce into the jar, I realized that it was still too hot to pour into my plastic containers. Outside I went again…this time, further out, where lightly falling flakes were still falling.
Soon the sauce was a bit cooler and safe to pour into containers.
It’s now a quarter after nine, and the phone just rang…one of my co-workers will be in at 10:30 tonight, so my “night shift will only be a half an hour long.
I’ll be glad to go to bed for some sleep after a very interesting day, complete, even, with rhubarb in the snow.
We’ll see what tomorrow brings!