When good friends mean good eating

Prior to our cross-country move ten plus years ago, we had great friends that we were closer to than some of our family.

For years, we watched our kids grow up, attended business functions together, saw grandkids arrive, helped each other with projects, shared wonderful dinners, and enjoyed too many other good times to count.

He always had a great garden, she was an exceptional cook, and in the winter months they would visit with pickles or salsa and sometimes home-made beer to brighten our meal. The delicious beer really brightened the meal.

But, when we moved this far away, they moved on with their lives, and we regretfully haven’t stayed in touch.

A couple of years ago, we parked too far back in a camping spot at Hampton Beach, and the neighboring campers came out to let us know we needed to pull forward a little. We all still chuckle that our friendship started because we had a new camper and backed up too far.

They have children and grandchildren of their own but treat ours like an extension of their family, and the feeling of being extended family is mutual.

He has a large garden, and she makes delicious relishes, pickles, jams, and jellies. They are so generous with everything – even their maple syrup.

We camped with them at Lake Winnepesaukee this week, and they brought us fresh blackberries and apples picked from their yard.

I froze some for the cold winter months, made some blackberry cobbler for dessert last night, ate some on my cereal this morning, and made some muffins. Some of the apples will be eaten fresh and some are already in the freezer for a future dessert. Good eating.

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Here’s hoping you have good friends that enrich your lives and just the thought of their friendship brings a smile to your face.

“Goodbyes always make my throat hurt… I need more hellos.”   Charlie Brown 

Have a great day blogging friends!

 

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About Judy @ NewEnglandGardenAndThread

Master Gardener who enjoys gardening, quilting, photography, and traveling.
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9 Responses to When good friends mean good eating

  1. this is such a nice reminder of the joys of good friendship! Isn’t it funny how we meet certain people right when we seem to need them most, too!
    Lake Winnepesaukee is such a beautiful spot, made even nicer when surrounded by those we care about! 🙂

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  2. Karen says:

    Friends like that are to be treasured. I’m curious about the apples…do you know what kind they are that they were picked this early?

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    • They are Cortland. It certainly makes you think about why they are so early and some of the vegetable plants are so late or not fruiting at all.

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      • Karen says:

        If it was last year, I wouldn’t have thought anything about it as everything was earlier than normal but this year is very different. I know our apples are not ready. If you cut them through the center and look at the seeds, they should be loose and black…we are a few weeks away.

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  3. Donna says:

    They are cortlands. There were about two bushel on the ground when we got home. Have been busy today! We were both very touched by your article and certainly enjoy our friendship.

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  4. Grandma Kc says:

    What a wonderful gift — both the berries and the friendship! That cobbler looks delicious!

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  5. Sounds like good friends to have. Blackberry cobbler – yum!

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  6. oh CRAP now I want that cobbler for breakfast. REALLY badly. That looks so darn good, Judy! 🙂

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  7. I definitely DO NOT like goodbyes…I am a mess☺

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