I had, for the most part, a shockingly productive weekend. Unlike the way things usually go, I actually finished everything that I intended to finish this weekend. I put up about ten half-pints of peach-poblano jam, two half-pints of marinated mushrooms, four quarts of dill pickles, and six half-pints of pickled purple cauliflower and onions. [...]
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Last weekend we went for a ride on the Cuyahoga Valley Scenic Railroad. It drizzled for much of the ride (which is why there aren’t pictures of that) but by the time we got off, it was gorgeous out. I even convinced Maura to stay still long enough to let me take the above picture. [...] Some people, for Mother’s Day, do things like go out to breakfast. Maybe they go to church for a special blessing of some kind, or they–god forbid–sleep in. Not so much, around here. My Mother’s Day morning found me sleeping on the floor at my mother-in-law’s house. (This is less strange than it seems, as [...] |
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