I have a real love hate thing going on with pickles. My grandmother made such good pickles and I just can’t seem to duplicate them. This will be the third year that I try them. If they don’t turn out that’s it. I’ll wave the white flag.
I cleaned out the canning section at the library. I brought home two or three books to add to the two or three that I already have. But I don’t know why because I always end up using the recipes in the box of pectin. The peach was particularly easy. In spite of the fruit being on the small side, I was able to easily remove the peel with a vegetable peeler.
I’ve been buying from a stand where the fruit is reputed to be pesticide free although they don’t have any official kind of certification. I tend to believe it though because the produce tends to be smaller and have more blemishes. The blackberries were all different sizes and full of hard little seedy ones that I had to pick out. I’m a little worried about seeds in that one but Chase declared the peach dewicious. I don’t get tired of hearing her say that.
Chase wanted to make trolls again today but I was too lazy to go dig out the yarn so I appeased her by drawing troll shapes for her to fill in. She called it “Troll Family at the Bridge.” I’m partial to the tiniest one.
I don’t know why I took this other picture but I decided to post it because the dining room looks so dang organized. There’s only one random bag on the table, only a few books are out of place and even the cat is in his designated spot.