The entire neighbourhood could tell what was happening in my kitchen. It takes me back to memories of my parents in the basement with the old stove always bubbling with some spicy pickle brew in August. My childhood home had a nearly permanent scent of briney vinegar.
This season I have done more than usual. My energy is bubbling, the garden has produced more this, and I just keep buying more jars. And I'm out again.
I might do beets this coming weekend, because I love the colour. I might find some trendy recipe in my new Bernardin canning book. My old faithful, bought in 1993 was left out in the rain a few years ago. I just cannot get into canning from the internet. I need a book to write in. I need to record quantities and alterations for future reference. Stains and jot notes that record a lifetime of canning.
Gearing up for soup season though, I am ready for cool weather suppers of spicy Kima and Chili. I am looking forward to sweaters and socks. Maybe even home-knitted socks! I have reached the heel of my sock now, and am entering uncharted territory. I am hoping to not have to take a 2nd private lesson, because I just don't have time to go for a few weeks.
My friend who moved to Costa Rica last October is back for a visit, and I invited her and her partner over yesterday afternoon for a visit. Not supper, just some nibblers on the deck, and a glass of wine. It forced us to rip through the house, and we did a good tidy/vacuum and now my home is soooo peaceful. It is like tiny thorns have been removed from just under my skin. Order has been returned, it is a good feeling.
However temporary, today I feel in control.