2. We have an anniversary to celebrate. Our mothers have birthdays.
The tyranny of the produce is at its height. My preserving notebook has proved this over and over, and these red peppers were no exception. Rebecca called with a note of hilarious panic in her voice. Well, shoot, I want to eat pimento cheese in the dead of winter, so yes, Ben and I went at it. Bless his heart, he tried very hard to wash the jars like his big sister who was away at school.
Add to this a number of social and church obligations that I should have put off until other weeks, and it has been exhausting. I think, maybe, I'm on the other side now.
The wash is on the line, I've got yogurt to make and chicken breasts to poach (for this salad), and I'm hoping to pick up my repaired sewing machine today.