the cucumbers were a bust this year. But i found/find self still remembering the making of the bread and butter pickles. This was a yearly ritual with my mother and her sister. It's one of the very few memories of my childhood that had good meaning. The making of them and then THEM themselves. They are the Absolute Best. So…no cucumbers. but then, in thinking about it i realized that it was the onions that i loved, too. How i would be yelled at, well, not yelled at, but scolded for picking out the onions.
SO. Today i made bread and butter Onions. Same recipe. Just missing the cucumbers. We'll see. We'll see if they are
Satisfying.
The four small jars are with red onions. The quart jar with white onions….not sealed, but to rest and "pickle" in the refrigerater for a reasonable time. I use the juice in many other things, BarB Q sauce, coleslaw. The juice is elegant.
you will need to double click this to see it. I was trying to drill a hole to screw in the I hook for some bells that have been lying on the floor of the porch. Drill drill but no and i brought a chair out so i was higher and at that point one of those
Wasps bizzed around and Lo and Behold….LOOK. This is the front PORCH ceiling under which i pass a zillion times a day every day and there they are
And how i never knew it. How they had been such reasonable YardMates all summer. ???????
a stump of the Yerba Mansa. We'll see.
last leaves for now of it…Yerba Mansa…even if nothing happens dye wise…just this is Enough.
Long and really GOOD conversation with granddaughter. How it sometimes is, that we skip a generation to find kindred spirit. This…well, intense. and Speaking to the Now here and i am a lot without words in the moment but it's all spilling in, to some kind of Soup and it's fragrant and full of nutrition for the Life.
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