Please...I Beg You!

NO MORE PICKLES!

one can only take so much pickle-making. A night and a day is my limit of the house smelling like vinegar and spices (sounds good, I know...). Buckets of cucumber slices in the bathtub; the washing of jars, the standing over a pot of pickle fumes stuffing jars...etc. etc. Will rushing around with giant pots of steaming jars - out into the carport - back into the house - he was just trying to be efficient. There were more cucumber slices this morning, in pots on the stove. We were supposed to finish this evening. But I couldn't take it. I wanted my stove and counters back. I just went ahead and finished them off this morning.
done.

Tomorrow - Rosemary Jelly!