Thursday, July 23, 2015

Tomatoes = Jam

The garden has been so productive this year; it makes up for all the blech years of too little rain; too much rain. Blight. Pestilence. Anyway, we ended up with so many cherry tomatoes. What to do? Why, make tomato jam Food in Jars is a great site; there is a recipe there for making this with cherry tomatoes in the Comments down below, which is what I did for the most part. See the jars in the photo? Yes, mine look exactly like that. I had 3 pounds of tomatoes, mostly cherry, and some others, which I cut up very small. The ginger, cinnamon, and ground cloves, not to mention the hot pepper flakes, make this something else entirely from any jam I'm used to: a jam/chutney. And I used lime juice, not lemon. I can taste it, subtle but there.

Monday, July 20, 2015

Blogging vs. FB

I think blogging may be returning to my weekly doings. FB is not helping me much; not keeping me in touch in a timely manner with friends, letting evil trolls spout their hate and weird notions. I'm tired of it. Frank says, chill out.

Friday, July 17, 2015


Bread and butter pickles, dill pickles, corn relish, all from The Kitchen Ecosystem by Eugenia Bone. Unlike the past few years, the garden has been prolific, with tomatoes, squash, zucchini, and lots and lots of cucumbers. We're starting to can every day. The pot my aunt and uncle gave us so many years ago seemed to have sprung a leak when first hoisted onto the stove, so D bought another one (handle-less; what's up with that?) at Ace. But now it seems the leak was a false alarm. Sigh. Battling through the heat and the rest of it this summer.

Thursday, July 16, 2015

Another song

I'm enjoying listening to The Girl on the Train via the BBC. At first, it was hard to figure out who was speaking. A review called the main narrator one of the most unreliable, and she certainly is.

Saturday, July 11, 2015

Summer listening . . .

Book at Bedtime starting July 13 at 10:45 pm GMT: The Girl on the Train by Paula Hawkins

Friday, July 10, 2015

Yes No Maybe

I don't know what I feel about them, but I couldn't stop listening.