Sometimes the fourth of July weekend is hot and crowded and not much else. I did not know it until this week, but it is true. Between the heat and the crowds, sometimes there is nothing to do but eat melon and popsicles and try not to sweat on anyone. Even carrying one's favorite shady parasol may deplete one, it turns out.
And if one is standing, flushed and damp, in one's kitchen, crazed with heat and holding a small bagful of sugar snap peas, it is also true that one should pickle them quickly, unthinkingly, using Deb's easiest of recipes (Oh, Deb! She of pickle brilliance!), and then eat the whole batch 24 hours later and then begin again. Between pickled sugar-snap peas and mornings spent in cold baths, one might make it through the weekend. Then again, one might not.
12 maids a-milking:
if only we could trade, like houses, our plane trips.
We *can.* Just let me know.
did you and lauren finally figure out that portal thing? should i be keeping a better eye on manray?
But you're back, here, which is nice. And the subway is air-conditioned, which it didn't use to be, back when. Even so, I remember how it felt when I wasn't sure I'd make it.
Oh, pickles. The best part about summer, really.
PICKLED PEAS! who knew?!
Sounds wonderful! smiles.
boy, i need to get pickling. i've heard good things about ribbons of watermelon rind - maybe that'll be this summer's assay?
Jamie and I are coming!!!!!!
hi.
oooo pickles!!! pickled peas? ooo pickled peas!
I apparently did not get the pickled peas memo. Now on the top of my list. I pickled carrots last summer and it was quite the revelation.
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