The Airplane in My Kitchen
If I closed my eyes, I might think that I was sitting on an airplane.
Minus the ears popping,
and the earwax smell of the air,
and having cramped legs. . .
oh, and the bumpy ride.
Other than that, I think my home sounds like an airplane.
I mean I’m dehydrating.
Rather than buy expensive dried fruit, I’m sucking the very juice out of God’s bounty.
The process is making our house smell good.
Why didn’t I think of this sooner? That old compost pile will no longer be fed old apples.