It's been a wonderful summer in the garden. Tons of produce since early July and we've made out like bandits.
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| She's subtle with her hints. |
Em got me this cookbook from the library a few weeks ago. So I took action and many hours later:
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| I didn't choose the canning life. The canning life chose me. |
The past few weeks have been extremely hot and it was starting to fry the cucumber plants. I'd been neglecting to address them for some time and I wanted to put the fall crops in so that we'd have vegetables through early November. When I came back inside a few minutes later with absolutely no sign of dirt under my fingernails or on my clothes, Em asked how I got everything done so quickly.
This is my story:
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| Ah, los jalapeños. How lovely. |
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| Le eggplant. Almost ready to be parmigiana-fied. |
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Our lovely backyard. Complete with charcoal burning BBQ
...what's that in the corner where the dead cucumber plants are. |
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| Oh. |
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| Hi. |
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| There. |
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| Yikes. |
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| Good thing I had my jetpack. |
Fín.
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