“Canning mushrooms after ldsfhcsr,” the markerboard in the kitchen read. It was actually a Hutterite-German word for the colony’s breakfast, but I don’t know the word. Even if this wouldn’t have been an awesome opportunity for the video crew that was working with us, I knew I wanted to help.
Two full pallets full of flats of mushrooms awaited the ladies in the kitchen basement. They would be cut, washed, cooked and canned in a matter of a few hours. I was handed a knife and got to work.