Yearly Archives: 2009

Eating

Put up or … buy it from the grocery store

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My grandmother always had a big garden when I was growing up. In addition to wishing I’d spent some time with her out there — where I could have learned something about growing food — I wish I’d spent some time with her in the kitchen after the harvest. In recent years she’s had a small garden and put away some food, but her health and her memories have been steadily declining. I hate that I missed the opportunity to learn that stuff from her.

(Gather ye rosebuds while ye may, young folk.)

I’ve been reading Food in Jars recently, and it’s made me feel that even more. We won’t have room for a garden next summer, but we do have a great farmer’s market nearby. I’d like to try my hand at putting up some food next year. So I’m making a list of books and resources to come back to when the time comes:

  • “So Easy to Preserve“
  • “Putting Up: A Seasonal Guide to Canning in the Southern Tradition“
  • “Well-Preserved: Recipes and Techniques for Putting Up Small Batches of Seasonal Foods
  • Canning set

    I know some of you are Ace Preservationists. Do you have any tips or resources to share?

    • Family matters

    Taking ‘sweet dreams’ literally

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    Poppy, upon entering Petey’s room this morning: Good morning, little brother! Did you have a good sleep?

    Petey, standing in his crib, but still a bit groggy: Yeah.

    Poppy: Did you have sweet dreams?

    Pete: Yeah.

    Poppy: What did you dream about?

    Pete, who has never answered this question before, even though Poppy asks him almost every morning: Marshmallows.

    Music

    Sad songs say so much

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    So, we had pizza for dinner tonight. As such, I needed to take some Gas-X. (This is more information than I intended to share, but it’s relevant to the story.) So I went into the bathroom, where Poppy was taking her bath. I can’t remember whether or not she asked what I was doing, but Rockford volunteered to her that I had gas.

    So she wrote a little song about it. It goes like this:

    Mommy’s got some gas,
    Mommy’s got the gas!
    Mommy’s got some gas!
    Mommy’s got 10 gas!
    and on, and on, and on, and on