The dad rejoices as the tall hormonal kid mows the entire lawn for the first time, and yells “I’m out!”.
The small squeaky sick kid and Lurch holding down the couch while watching a marathon of The Voice.
The toad was waiting for us on the back deck again. Who knew toads could climb steps?
Cutting and chopping red peppers for the freezer, plus some for hot pepper jelly.
Six half pints of hot pepper jelly cooling.
Onions caramelizing in the crockpot. Once they are finished, I’ll put these in bags in the freezer for future use on pizza or in baking. I got the idea here.
One last pot of passata cooking. After this I am absolutely not cooking any more tomatoes this year. I think. Next weekend I am a single mom of one while the tall kid and her dad are off to the island for opening weekend of duck hunting. I’ll be at the hockey arena.
And after most of the day spent in the kitchen and some of it patting the small kid on the back while she retched (and I, in turn, retched too), I sent the dad into town for fried chicken. Hey, sometimes you just don’t want to face another minute cooking.