fun in threes, sometimes fours
food and cooking
This is the time of year we feel like we’re drowning in blueberries. We head out each day and pick berries, sometimes for a few minutes, sometimes for a not-so-few minutes. Today, for example, I picked for about an hour; K joined me for about half an hour, and she was not even picking in a new spot of the bushes: she was going back over where I’d been, grabbing the berries I’d overlooked because they were hiding.
And the rest of the time? K was making the first batch of jam for the year.
That we even have it is a sign...
Today was our annual trip to the district's vocational school to give our soon-to-be-high-schoolers an overview of what's available to them there: everything from cosmetology to firefighting, from diesel engine repair to culinary arts, from mechatronics to nail tech. It's quite an impressive variety.
Once I got back home, I saw that the inevitable has begun: our poor widowed neighbor has moved out of her house and family and friends have already started on the house -- they took down the back deck that looked to be made of nothing but rotten boards.
"Wonder what kind of neighbors we'll get," will become a common topic of discussion, I'm sure -- not that we have any say in the matter.
For dinner, Babcia made placki ziemniaczane with mushroom sauce -- utter heaven.
And after dinner, a walk with the dog while the rest of the family went to church, a walk that included a street I haven't been on in ages. I'd forgotten about the holiday scene they create.
K saw a recipe and had to try it for breakfast this morning: poached eggs with spicy butter of Greek yogurt seasoned with dill.
The Boy came back from Scout camp -- and he wanted sushi.
And we wanted, for dinner, fried green tomatoes.
Yesterday I smoked meat all day. I forgot to put up any pictures of it.
It was a lot of meat: ribs, loins, chicken.
"We have enough sandwich meat to last us to Christmas!" K proclaimed.
K is turning dinner over to me over the summer. Time to fire up the grill!