|The pressing of this years sorghum is now complete and bottles of the gooey sticky syrup line the pantry shelves! And in addition to being gooey and sticky and good on a hot buttered biscuit, did I mention all the iron, minerals and sulfur?|
|On syrup making day, these bundles are then loaded and placed near the press and someone keeps them coming till all have been pressed.|
|The stalks are fed through the sorghum press and the watery looking sap is then collected for cooking. The sap has a sweet taste, as does the stalk, and my younger children very much enjoy chewing on them.:)|
|Again, this years set up is temporary and was hastily put together. My sons had to cut down a tree to be used to replace the telephone pole we used to have. They also quickly made a fire pit using concrete blocks found on Craigslist..|
|I forgot to mention that it is filtered before it goes into the collection barrels.:)|
|Life is very busy these days, as I'm sure it is for you, but we wanted to post these pictures and preserve special memories of a wonderful time of year. May God bless you and yours....~ Sherry for the family ~|
"A significant part of the pleasure of eating is in one's accurate consciousness of the lives and the world from which food comes." ~ Wendell Berry, from "The Pleasures of Eating" ~
P.S. Writing this post brings back many memories of the first year we grew and made sorghum syrup. That was before the storm and our loss of Tom and it was also the last "big" farm type project we all worked on together. We had some neighbors across the road who lived through World War II in Europe. The very week of sorghum making they had company ( from Germany) and they saw us making syrup and came over to visit and to see what we were doing. The woman (neighbor) was eight years old after the war and said the whole process brought back so many memories of her childhood. According to what she shared that day, she and her family survived those years off a similar syrup they made and brown bread. And that's about it. Reminds me of how many choices (food) we now have and of how much we have for which to be thankful.