Of canned goods. Saturday mornings are Farmers’ Market morning and breakfast out. For the past 3 weekends with the farm apprentice here, we have gone to our local diner that is open only for breakfast and lunch. For the past two Saturday’s, that breakfast has not sat well with me. I don’t know if they have changed cooking oil or brand of bacon or whether I have just become intolerant to anything with oil in the morning, I have been eating whole grain toast with homemade jam for several weeks. Today however, after a couple of hours, grandson said his stomach hurt too, so something wasn’t right.
Since I had just been to market Wednesday evening and with him going home tomorrow, I only got pickling cucumbers and zucchini to make pickles, along with a bit of salad greens.
Son arrived around lunch time and daughter had asked him if he would put is stone masonry skills to work to reset a huge rock in her driveway retaining wall before her homeowner’s association got after her about it. Once I had fixed him a sandwich, we loaded the Xterra with mortar mix, sand, lime, the metal wheelbarrow that doesn’t go in my garden, and the tools. A stop at Lowe’s to get a bit more sand and an afternoon of his toil and labor while daughter and I sideline supervised and the wall is repaired.
Before he arrived, I had cut the cucumbers, onions, and peppers and salted them to put in the fridge to wilt and drain. The zucchini and remaining cucumbers were made into dill spears and zucchini pickles and canned.
Tonight after dinner was prepared, enjoyed, and cleaned up, he installed the replacement burner for my glass top stove. My preferred small burner, due to being a lefty, is the front left and it has burned out twice in the eleven years we have been here. I had ordered a new one, but didn’t get brave enough to install it myself. After the stove was cleaned up, repaired, and put back in place, the cucumbers that had been sitting in salt all day were drained and rinsed and the bread and butter brine made. Eight pints of spicy bread and butter pickles were made and canned tonight. A total of 16 pints of pickles made today.
Tomorrow, daughter and grands are going to come over to pick wild berries so that I can make and can a batch of wildberry jam for her household.
Grandson spent the afternoon and evening still dealing with a tummy ache. Hopefully, he will be better tomorrow before they have to drive back to their home with a box of jams and pickles, as well as the poster and basketball he got at camp. It has been wonderful having him here for the past 3 1/2 weeks.