Saturday, August 12, 2006

Sweet, Sour, and Hot











































Never mind beads, baubles, or bangles.
For my money, bring me pickles.

Yesterday I raided our humble garden plot with a gleam in my eye. A basket of bell peppers, jalepenos, and plump cukes were scrubbed, sliced and diced. Sweet onion, garlic, and oregano were prepped. Pots were set a-boil. Jars, lids, and screw-tops were scrutinized and assembled. Fumes of vinegar filled the air. Like a surgeon, I sanitized the kitchen: sinks, countertops, stovetop, utensils. A tidy stack of clean dishtowels stood ready at my elbow. All this trouble to embalm vegetables? You betcha.

Whenever my eye catches the mellow glow of green glass on the pantry shelve, I will be happy for a summer morning like this one.

4 Comments:

Blogger Paul said...

Great pictures. Yum.

10:45 PM  
Blogger Deb said...

I haven't done much gardening since my Mom died in 2000, but my daughter-in-law wants a veggie garden, so I may join her next year. She wants to learn to can her fruits, and I have the instruments, so I think we'll do it together. I cannot think of anything more rewarding than opening in mid-winter a taste of last summer's fruits.
Yeah. ahhhhhh...

8:18 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nancy hull pickles!!! i'll be right over! :) YUM

-Liz

12:07 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

nancy hull pickles!!! i'll be right over! :) YUM

-Liz

12:07 PM  

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