It's been a wonderful summer in the garden. Tons of produce since early July and we've made out like bandits.
|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:
|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:
|Ah, los jalapeños. How lovely.|
|Le eggplant. Almost ready to be parmigiana-fied.|
|Our lovely backyard. Complete with charcoal burning BBQ|
...what's that in the corner where the dead cucumber plants are.
|Good thing I had my jetpack.|