We's got two churns and two dashers, and more
nice green cabbage heads than you can shake a stick at!"
Huldie handed one of the churn dashers to Shoogie, the other
to me. Then she and Doanie dumped a thick layer of sliced cabbage
leaves into the bottom of each churn and sprinkled on lots of
salt.
"Now, you girls can start beatin' hit down. Here, baby,"
Huldie showed me, "make the dasher go up and down just like this
was a churn o' clabbered milk. That's the way! Wham hard! We's
gotta mash them leaves till the water runs out and melts that
salt. Then we can put in some more."
Shoogie and I kept pounding away. I saw her reach down into
her churn and get a handful of the salty, bruised cabbage and eat
it, so I tried some. It was good!
I ate more and more of it, but after a while I got to where I
couldn't bear to put another bite of the briny shreds into my
mouth. Jogging the dasher up and down wasn't fun any more,
either.
Shoogie's arms got tired, but Huldie said we couldn't quit.
As soon as her grandma wasn't watching, Shoogie sidled over to me
and whispered, "Bandershanks, tell her your arms is wore slap
out.
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