Playful, elegant, and not above the judicious use of the word “shit."

Back porch, an August afternoon

The apricots are here! The apricots are here! Literally, hundreds of millions of them. I have no idea what the hell we’re going to do with all of them except try to pawn them off on family and neighbors and maybe add some killer fiber to our diets. Here’s where the Mormon in me is supposed to know how to can or make jam, but that Mormon in me died the first time I saw Pulp Fiction and was like AWESOME.

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