Change. I've learned to embrace it, ride it out til the end. Sometimes I'm kicking and screaming, other times weeping with my eyes clinched tight. Once in awhile I ride like a dog in a car, head out the window snorting what life has to offer. Mother to young adult children, a marriage of thirty years, and a desert to mountain to valley waltz with God have shaped me into someone I never imagined I'd be. Life is short and I want to live it. Tears, sighs, laughter and change. Every morsel granted to me. Scrambled, shaken or stirred.
Thursday, August 29, 2013
So I had some produce that needed a little tender loving care.
The grapes above, after cooking down and being squeezed through a cheesecloth and then cooked down more provided one jar of grape jam. Even though I had gotten optimistic and prepped two. It tastes good, a little tart because I was very chintzy with the sugar, but good.
Which brings me to the next project. A huge vat of dill pickle relish that filled seven pint-sized jars.
Oh my. And there was a series of pickles when attempting to make the relish. Two grocery stores were out of dill seed and mustard seed. Apparently EVERYONE in my city made dill pickles yesterday. And I almost forgot the garlic. And I had to buy lids. And improvise. And I WAS NOT about to go to a third grocery store.
The recipe called for seeds, I used powdered mustard and dill weed. The recipe called for white vinegar, I used apple cider. The recipe called for a whole lot of sugar. WAY too much. So I used 1/4 the amount called for.
I'm hoping I don't regret seven jars.