Tuesday, September 28, 2010

pickles with my boy.

Sometimes I feel lame because I didn't can 90 pounds of peaches this year. I also didn't make a single batch of freezer jam. Oh, and I blew up my food dehydrator. Instead, I began to train for a triathlon, got really really sick, then started growing a wee tiny babe.

Fermenting pickles was the perfect project for this mama and her boy. Dumping ingredients into jar and placing them on the counter for two weeks and forgetting about them was perfect. He only pre-tasted a few of them and we are all fans of the end result.

Some years you can 90 pounds of peaches. This has not been one of those times for us. And that is okay. We still have our pickles.