Tuesday, September 22, 2009

how I spent my weekend

There was some knitting (Mo jacket). There was some bike riding and basketball playing. There was some welcoming home of the husband. There was some wondering why we welcomed him home, he who brought some sickness with him, and left his suitcase in the front hall for 3 days.

(number 42 on the list of things not to say to a mother in law about her son - "No, life does not get easier with him back - he doesn't get home in time to help with the kid chauffeuring, and he needs dinner, and he creates laundry and mess that I have to do and clean up. Yes, I love him, but right now, I'm not sure I like him!" Yeah, that didn't go over so well...)

But this weekend was mostly about this: 30 litres of garlic dill pickles, and another 6 litres or so of freezer sweet pickles. I'm cucumbered out right now. (The husband was somewhat useful in this endeavour - he went to the Holland Marsh market and got the cukes and dill, and then kept himself and the child out of the kitchen while I did this.) They should be ready just after Thanksgiving here in Canada, and there are a bunch of family members and friends expecting a jar for Christmas...
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4 comments:

Anonymous said...

I have had these pickles, dear readers, and can confirm that they are GOOOOOOD.

8:24 a.m.
Brenda said...

Oh, I'm so jealous. I always do dills, but missed the dill season here this year. I MIGHT have been able to get the cukes, but there was no dill to be found anywhere. Holland Marsh. I'll remember that for next year.

9:43 a.m.
Anonymous said...

I am so impressed with how you make so many things for your extended family at Christmas. You're a good person!! Just saw the Patternworks catalogue, and they have humourour gift cards for "us":
"Of course I made it!Hope you like it. YOU BETTER"
"I made this especially for you. Even if you don't like it, act like you do."
"Just because it was handmade doesn't mean it was cheap"
"Yes, I made it, and No, you can't return it"
Thought you might get a chuckle out of them.
Marlyce in Windsor, Ontario

11:55 a.m.
Sel and Poivre said...

Unless you have been married to a someone who travels on business when your children are young - there is no possible way to understand what its like. The particularly brutal bit, I think, is that once they've been out of their office for a few days, they then have put in extra hours to catch up - on top of thier jet lag! And its just all so much worse than when they come home sick!

12:34 p.m.

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