In a Pickleless Pickle

I’m sorry to report that last Saturday’s farmers’ market cucumbers now sit limp in my refrigerator, but I managed to procure the Ball Mason jars and pickling spices this week and for the first time since May, have a full weekend off, so pickle hope still springs.

Meanwhile, our neighbors saw a giant black bear in their backyard this afternoon, Waiting for Godot is everything one hopes it could be, my beefsteak tomatoes actually grew and are ripening on the vine, and we’re looking forward to a few days on the Cape at the end of the month. I’ve never been to the Cape. Is there lobster every which way there like in Maine?

Leave a Reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Facebook Twitter Pinterest Instagram
Copyright © Gina Hyams