CHAPTER SIX HUNDRED and SIXTY-FOUR
“Everyone is worn out by all of the Harvest Day activities,” Valerie said. “I need to get my big pots going so that we can make more soup today. Jake’s going to be canning outside today.”
“Sounds fun,” Ava said.
“You can help me,” Valerie said. “Unless you just want to sit there and be mad.”
“Nope,” Ava said. “I’m over it. What do you need?”
“What I really need help with is the jars,” Valerie said. “We have them, and certainly we clean them, but they aren’t always clean enough to can with. It takes a real eye to see the imperfections in the glass or lids or. . .”
“Sounds like something I can do,” Ava said. “Where are they?”
“I’ll show you,” Valerie said, with a grin. “Jake brought them up from the basement but there was no space here so we put them. . .”
Valerie went to the wall behind the kitchen table. She pressed on the wood panel and it opened to show deep shelves.
“Jake said that he used a few apartments to make this space,” Ava said.
“I think that this was an original part of the apartment, but. . .” Valerie shrugged. “It’s all a little hard to track. You’d have to see the plans and even then. . .”
“He’s really good at this stuff,” Ava said.
“Weird, isn’t it?” Valerie nodded. “You know who’s as good or better?”
Ava shook her head.
“Jill,” Valerie said. “She can see things in her head that. . . It’s really amazing. Have you seen the place across the street?”
“They invited me but I’ve been crawling around in the dust,” Ava said.
“Right,” Valerie said. “Who’d want to give up grime?”
“Exactly,” Ava grinned.
Valerie moved away. Ava started hauling box after box of glass canning jars and set them on the kitchen table. Valerie set another cup of coffee on the table for Ava. Feeling better, Ava started to check the jars. Some were dusty. Some had breaks. But most of them were ready to be used.
“Oh great!” Jill said, seeing Ava and the jars lined up on the table. “If I bring you some Italian tomato sauce, could you put it in the jars? You don’t have to do the lids. I just need to get the. . .”
The sound of a weeping baby reached them.
“I’ll send Jake down with it,” Jill said, running up the stairs. “Thanks!”
“We made it from tomatoes on Friday,” Valerie said. “They’ve been cooking it down in their kitchen.”
“What is it?” Ava asked.
“Sauce for pizza, spaghetti, bruschetta,” Valerie said. “Sandy has. . .”
“Oh great,” Sandy said coming into the kitchen. “Would you mind if I brought you some tortilla soup? Val and Maresol made it on Friday. We’ve been cooking it down.”
Ava nodded. Sandy grinned.
“We have to clear the stove top for today’s baking,” Sandy said.
“What’s today?” Ava asked.
“Chicken noodle,” Valerie said. “Stewed tomatoes, vegetable soup, pickles, and. . .”
“Pies,” Sandy said. “We’re making pies in my apartment. If you’d like to come and hang out, you’re welcome.”
“I have to crawl around in the dirt,” Ava said with a sigh.
Denver Cereal continues tomorrow...
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