>Gatekeepers. I hate them.

>”Good news, Daisy! You’re off the wait list for our clinic. We have an opening on August 31 at 7 AM.”

Me: I’m sorry, I can’t make that date and time. What else is available?
Gatekeeper: We have an opening Monday, August 1st, at 8:00 AM.
Me: I’ll take that one.
Gatekeeper: We’ll send out paperwork for your initial appointment.
Scene: Daisy getting mail on Friday.
Me: Oh, no! This date is wrong! It says August 31 at 7! I said no to that date!
(calls clinic, connects with new gatekeeper, explains problem)
Gatekeeper: Okay, we’ll cancel the 7:00 appointment on August 31st.
Me: I have 8:00 on the 1st on my calendar.
Gatekeeper: With which doctor?
Me: (reads name off paperwork)
Gatekeeper: He’s not even here on the 1st. Your appointment is on the 31st.
Me: No, I refused that date. It doesn’t work for me.
Gatekeeper: Okay, we’ll cancel the 7:00 appointment on August 31st and put you back on the wait list.
Me: But… but… I’ve been waiting since March.
Gatekeeper: Is this okay?
Me: No, it’s not okay. (pause) It doesn’t sound like there’s any other option.
Gatekeeper: (pause) Thank you. Goodbye.
Now what? Another five months’ wait? The local health care system certainly doesn’t take depression very seriously. I guess I’m on my own – again. Still.
Note to self: it’s a marathon, not a sprint. Take time, and look at the big picture. Family doc is doing a good job so far; all will (eventually) be well.

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>Kitchen Before and After

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I do enjoy my summer and fall Saturdays. The Farmers’ Market downtown, my own garden yield, pulling it all together in the kitchen to feed my family nutritious and delicious and locally-grown foods… Saturdays are inspiring and motivating and very satisfying days.

Then come Sunday mornings. Last weekend I was preparing and canning dill pickles until just after ten at night. I cleaned up what had to be done immediately, and I left the rest for morning.


If you doubt me, let me assure you: my kitchen really is that small. Most of the time it’s a great kitchen for cooking and baking. Once in a while, like weekends in August and September, I find it feels a little bit cramped. I’m not sure the pictures really show how much of a chore I faced when I got up Sunday morning. My three goals for the day: clean the kitchen, clean the kitchen, and then watch the Milwaukee Brewers beat the Houston Astros (I’m a positive thinker that way).
Well, I did it. I not only cleaned the kitchen, washed the large pots and pans and mixing bowls, I also reused the water from the hot water bath canner, moved the canner to the deck to dry, put away all the now-clean dishes, labeled all the pickles jars, and more.

I took inspiration from the now-visible refrigerator magnet of the racing sausages, pushed the on button for the dishwasher, and relaxed in the den with Amigo to watch some baseball.

Final scores: Daisy 1, Kitchen 0. Brewers 7, Astros 3. All in all, a good weekend.

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>Bread and Butter Pickles

>Pickles! Pickles are my new project. I don’t grow cucumbers of any kind, so I bought the cukes at a bargain price from the Farmers’ Market. I bought fresh dill, too, for later. Sweet bread & butter pickles were first on my list.

The recipe comes from one of my go-to books for canning: Yes, you Can! And freeze and dry it, too by Daniel Gasteiger (a.k.a. City Slipper).
Bread and Butter Pickles
4 quarts cucumbers (about 20 four to five inch cucumbers)
4 medium sized onions (or 1-2 large onions)
5 Tablespoons pickling or sea salt (I used sea salt)
5 or more pounds of ice
5 cups white or cider vinegar (I used cider vinegar, and I think it made a difference)
5 cups sugar
for prepping jars:
2 teaspoons turmeric
2 teaspoons mustard seed
2 teaspoons celery seed
1. Rinse cucumbers. Clean with vegetable brush if needed. Cut into the appropriate shapes for pickles. Bread and butter pickles are usually 1/8 to 1/4 inch disks. I used the food processor, and I felt it cut the pieces slightly smaller than I wanted. I’m not sure if I’ll really want to take the time to slice them by hand next time; maybe. Discard the end pieces.
2. Peel the onions and cut them into 1/2 inch wedges. Separate the layers and put the onions with the cucumbers into a large container. I do mean large. Daniel suggests finding a container that will hold twice the volume of pickles & onions. I used a large stock pot.
3. Sprinkle the salt over the vegetables. Mix with your hands until the salt is well distributed. Cover the vegetables with water and dump the ice on top. If the cukes and onions float, set a weight on top such as an inverted plate with something heavy on top. Mine didn’t float; this wasn’t a problem. Let vegetables steep for three (yes, 3) hours.
4. Some time during that three hours, make coffee. I mean, some time during those three hours, prepare jars: eight pints or four quarts.
5. In a large stainless steel cooking pot, combine vinegar and sugar and bring to a boil. Stir to help the sugar dissolve.
6. While the vinegar and sugar boil, pour the ice and water off the cucumbers and onions. Drain well.
7. When the vinegar and sugar mixture boils, add the cucumbers and onions all at once. Take care not to splash; this will burn! Stir the cucumbers into the vinegar/sugar brine and keep heating & stirring until the brine just starts to boil. Immediately remove brine from heat.
8. It’s time to fill the jars! First, place spices in each jar. For pints: 1/2 teaspoon each of turmeric, mustard seed, and celery seed. For quart jars, double the amounts. Then pack the cucumbers and onions tightly inside and ladle brine to cover them. Leave the customary 1/2 inch head space at the top of the jar.
9. Put the lids and bands on the jars. Process in a hot water bath canner for 10 minutes (pints) to 15 minutes (quarts). Remove jars from hot water bath and let cool.
These pickles are ready to eat immediately and will improve with age. I’ve already served them to my family and given a jar to my brother’s household. The verdict: delicious!

Next project: dill pickles!! I must use up the bunch of dill sitting on the deck.

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>Farmers’ Market Days

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Saturdays are Market Days – Farmers’ Market, that is. I reserve Saturday mornings for going to the market and buying whatever is in season. I reserve the afternoons for prepping and freezing or even canning. Here’s a taste.
Berries! From left to right: sweet Bing cherries, blueberries & raspberries. The blue and red mixed when I dropped the bag as I tried to fit one more purchase in my big blue bag on wheels.

The first chore of Market Day this week: sort the mixed up berries. I nibbled quite a few. After this, I rinsed all three kinds of fruit and pitted the cherries. The blueberries are now in the freezer; the cherries and raspberries will be eaten by Tuesday.
Here’s the rest! From left to right, again: sweet corn, asparagus (the last of the season!), garlic, onions, tomatoes, jalapeno peppers, and lots of pickling cucumbers. You can tell I had a goal – pickles. The batch of fresh dill was on the deck; I bought it at the mid-week market on Wednesday.
I offered before and after for the berries: here’s the After shot of the dill pickle spears. It was a busy night, but totally worthwhile. Some time in the winter, we’ll appreciate the spoils of the summer. We won’t have to buy store pickles, a money savings. These will taste so much richer, too — being made from locally grown ingredients and made in my own kitchen.

Now that’s a Market Day I can enjoy from start to finish.

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Notes to self

Note to Self;
Never leave gardening gloves on top of the rain barrel. You’re just asking for them to get soaked. Then again, maybe it’s like a rain dance; put the gloves on the rain barrel, and the rain will come. Try it during the next dry spell.

Note to Self;
Don’t get too excited about the fact that Amigo likes asparagus. Remember when Chuck complained we had it too often? Amigo responded, “I like asparagus; it makes my pee smell funny.” Gah.
Note to Self;
The weekly visit to the Farmers’ Market is uplifting. Make the effort to go no matter what the weather or mood.
Note to Self;
One discouraging experience does not have to make a serious setback. One meltdown is okay; then move on. Remember, depression recovery is more like the tortoise than the hare.
Note to Self;
Now that La Petite is moving out, start planning the conversion of her bedroom to office & guest room. Yes, Amigo’s bean bag chairs may live there for now.
Note to Self;
Now that Chuck has a new car, find a reusable shopping bag and “hide” it in his glove box. Then train him to use it. Snicker. Tee-hee.
Note to Self;
With three word games on the Kindle, hide Kindle from Chuck if you ever want to read on it again!

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>Canning Rhubarb

>It was time. Despite the heat of the day, I donned my Pike Place Market apron and headed to the kitchen. I opened the book to the rhubarb page and got started.

Earlier this spring, I made stewed rhubarb. It was a hit with three out of four family members. I had in mind using City Slipper’s advice for canning rhubarb, a high-acid fruit, with my own stewed rhubarb recipe, and canning the results. His recipe suggests 11 lb. of rhubarb, 1 1/2 pounds for each quart jar, for a full batch. I made half that.
4 quarts diced rhubarb
2-3 cups sugar
Combine rhubarb and sugar in large saucepan. When juice accumulates in the bottom of the pan, cover it, turn the heat on low, and let the rhubarb and sugar mixture come to a boil, then simmer until mixture resembles chunky applesauce. Mash with a potato masher if the pieces are too big.
Can: Fill canning jars with the boiling rhubarb sauce, leaving the standard 1/2 inch of headspace. Slide a chopstick down the insides of the jars to release the air bubbles if necessary. Add lids and bands, and process the jars in a hot water bath canner for 15 minutes.
The shelves are starting to get stocked! Three kinds of jam, stewed rhubarb, and we’re off and rolling. It will be so much fun to take a jar off the shelf instead of writing these items on the grocery list; and it’ll taste so much better, too!
I used instructions from Daniel Gasteiger’s Yes, You Can! and freeze and dry it, too to create this recipe. Any errors, however, are mine. I recommend his book to anyone interested in preserving food. You can follow Daniel on Twitter at @CitySlipper or read his blogs.
http://www.smallkitchengarden.net
http://www.homekitchengarden.com
http://www.fooddryer.net

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>Signs of a True Gardener

>You may be a gardener at heart if:

  • There’s dirt under your nails.
Dirt? Is that all? I either have dirt under my nails or fingers stained with cherries, strawberries, or thumbs that are green from shelling peas or – you get the picture.
  • You think of soil as a foundation, the stable ingredient in creating a garden space.
After ten years of composting – okay, twelve – the soil in my first garden bed is rich and dark and drains well. The new garden needs a little more compost. It’s still heavy with clay, but improving a little every year.
  • You have a specific pair of shoes for the garden.
I have a pair of crocs. I can get them wet or muddy and I don’t care.
  • Watering is relaxing, not stressful.
Filling a watering can from a rain barrel or setting up a soaker hose takes time. It’s a good use of time. My mind wanders, my shoulders relax, and any stress headache goes away.
  • You welcome rain or sunshine.
Rain provides a good soaking to the plants and fills the rain barrels for later. Sunshine invites stems and branches to reach for the sky and grow to their full potential.
  • You talk to the plants.
“Geez, beans, I gave you a nice set of climbing equipment. Why do you insist on attaching to the fencing? It’ll just put you within range of the bunnies and other furry critters who might nibble, and then… here. I’ll show you.” Meanwhile, I’m wrapping the bean vines around the supports I just put in and hoping they get the idea. And maybe hoping the neighbors didn’t hear me.
  • You talk to critters who might turn up near your precious plants.
Hey, rabbit, how did you get in there? What do you think you’re doing, relaxing in my lettuce?

I only came up with seven. Can you make this a top ten list, readers? Add your signs of a true gardener by commenting.

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