Aha. Canning seems to be a bit of a disease (like collecting guitars is for me): you can’t help yourself. Ex would routinely route out the garden and destroy the kitchen to furiously can can can. It was draining for me to trod through the debris from her enthusiasm, but I was happy if she was happy. But boy, the mess.
That all sounds wonderful. I have fond memories of stuff my mother would make in a dutch oven: stick it in the garage overnight for the fat to harden, then chip off the top layer carefully. Barley beef was amazing.
But wow, the ketchup and pickles made the way I like them, not the way the grocery store does! (The ketchup in particular isn’t the same sort of thing at all.)
I hope I can somehow find time for at least one batch of each next season.
I once had a sword, or shall I say it once had me? Oh what a sword, a beautiful sword, it was plus three! It’s ego was twelve, a fact of which I wasn’t aware. I wanted to leave and the sword oh it just didn’t care! I, walked through the halls, biding my time, nothing to find. Then, I turned a corner, and then I said, ‘Oh, no. Undead.’ The thirty-two wights saw me coming and started to laugh! I just closed my eyes as my sword started hewing a path! And, when I awoke, I was alone, my sword had flown. Now, I use a club, isn’t it good… No Ego Wood!
Really? I can’t imagine ketchup enthusiasm. I make fridge pickles and they’re the best thing ever (add a habanero or serrano, woof!). Also fermented sauerkraut, so good! But ketchup? Puzzled.
This ketchup is more different from storebought ketchups than good fermented sauerkraut is from the dollop a fast-food place puts on your hotdog.
Much less sugar, to start with. Tomatoes and peppers with flavor, to continue with. It’s really a different creature, which should probably have a different name.
It is, and also, i like it because i learned it at summer camp, and the guy who sang it was cute, and i really liked that camp, and that’s almost the only place I’ve heard it.
Also, i always assumed the guy in Norwegian Wood lit a fire in the fireplace to warm himself.
They already are on board. Every vending machine I’ve used in the past decade, at least (probably longer), has accepted dollar coins.
Also, what’s wrong with “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer”? I like that song. When I first heard it over 20 years ago I wasn’t aware it was unpopular and that I wasn’t “supposed to” like it, so I enjoyed listening to it. It’s a fun, jaunty little song.