There are a lot of things swirling around in my head with little organization or coherence. Here you go:
Anyone else automatically picture that awful hazing trick of sticking someone's head in the toilet and flushing it when the word "swirly" is mentioned? And why do I automatically think of that? I've never been on either side of that particular gross activity.
We've had a lot of apricots to make into jam this year. We LOVE apricot jam in yogurt. This year I tried a flavor combination suggested in this book I got for Christmas a couple of years ago and haven't actually used thanks to that second baby I had. There was a recipe for apricot preserves with white wine or lemon juice and vanilla beans. I used lemon juice and some vanilla extract because I don't have the beans. DAMN, THAT'S GOOD. I ate an entire pint pretty much by myself last week.
A., of course, prefers the straight-up apricot jam with no vanilla, because we don't agree on anything (taste-wise, that is). Luckily, we have about a dozen pints of it to keep him happy.
I'm making stew for dinner today. Hooray for cool-enough weather to simmer stew! In that stew is the meat from three different kinds of animals: deer, elk, and lamb. The deer and elk meat came from Mr. Jason. The lamb came from this. I used onions, garlic, potatoes, carrots, and thyme from the garden, and a basswood spoon carved by A. to stir it. Who is this weird locavore with hand-carved wooden tools? Oh right. That's me.
You know what? I never want to use the word "locavore" again. How faddish and pretentious can a word get? Forget it. Do not describe me as a locavore. I'd rather just be called a gardener. The implication of that is that a gardener eats his or her own food, anyway. So yeah. I'm a gardener.
I think that's enough swirl for now. Over and out.
Didn't remember an apricot tree in your yard. If so, harvesting apricots would seem to be a great kids activity. Something I'd love to be able to do with Cubby and Charlie when we take care of the other set of grandkids. Ah, wishful thinking!
ReplyDeleteI am so with you on the trendy word situation. Even the words "organic", "local" and "sustainable" make me retch a little bit. Which is inconvenient given my new vocation, but could also have been brought on by the new vocation.
ReplyDeleteRegardless - let's just call ourselves gardeners. Agreed.