Wednesday, August 11, 2010
When my stepdad called begging us to take some of the cucumbers that were taking over their garden, he didn't have to twist my arm too much to oblige.
It's picklin' time!
I know using Mrs. Wages mix as pickle seasoning isn't the most culinary thing to do. I should've harvested some fresh dill, crushed my own mustard seed, gathered sea salt from the shores of Maui...and someday, I may do that (especially that Maui part).
But in reality, this is what's going on when I'm in the kitchen.
Thanks, dear, for taking pictures of me without my written permission at 7:50 am. Love ya.
Note the hunched posture, the rack of drying dishes teetering precariously near the edge of the cupboard, the young child sensing that there is a hot stove nearby that needs to be closely inspected. I probably tripped over that truck five times until I finally tossed it out of the way.
If ripping open a packet makes my life easier, so be it. Mind you, I'm CANNING PICKLES! Remind me next summer that this is what grocery stores were made for.
However, I can now admire my shelf of (nearly) homemade pickles all winter long. In the meantime, I'm penciling that Maui trip in my schedule 17 years from now.
Posted by Rhubarb and Venison at 6:34 PM