This week my friend wanted to make and can applesauce. This time I seriously put my foot down and said I'm not helping and you need to use your own kitchen to do it.
Two minutes later I gave permission to use my kitchen as long as he cleaned up afterwards. But I held firm on not helping.
An hour after he started with the apples on day one, I insisted on not helping, but would keep him company.
By the end of the day, I was helping. I made him do all the cleanup though.
On day two, I helped from the beginning and at the end of the day also helped clean up.
There are now nearly a hundred quarts of applesauce residing on my kitchen table.
Today, he overheard me telling someone I like pickled red beets...