He Wasn't Kidding

about taking orders. Q came home from his friend's house with more prickly pears.

 

 

I'm thinking whimsical Christmas gifts.

Boy Stories

The dig escaped yesterday. He has a special house he likes to go to. I sent the younger boys after him (I am too embarrassed to go after him anymore.) They returned with the dog and immediately disappeared again, with a bowl, into the woods.

Unfortunately, I was not ready with the camera when they came back. This is an image I got off Google of what they returned with.

For my non-Texan friends, they are prickly pears, the fruit of prickly pear cactus. They are edible.

The big boy informed the youngers that they make jelly out of those. You know they love to make stuff.

After an internet search and a trip for pectin. This is the result. They say it's good. Smells like outside to me.

In the event of apocalypse, I feel sure that our family will survive on prickly pears and raccoons ;-p

Oh and Q says he's taking orders. For jelly, not raccoons.