Eye snot. Hay fever starts today, apparently.

Fuck.

I last made a glass of chocolate Milk :) (Before that I made some mac and cheese)

I made m'self endrunkenated.

I have achieved an advanced state of refreshment.[/MrCarruthers]

♪ ♫Oh, the moon shines down on pretty Red Wing♪ ♫

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Whisky don't muddle me none.

I made weight! Turns out all that hiking and biking was good for me.

Piggles!!

https://i.imgur.com/dRgn9qb.jpg https://i.imgur.com/n2pl2a2.jpg

Lots of fresh dill, pickling spices, garlic, and red pepper flakes. Booyah!

Excellent. :thumb:
You should find Mountain Mule and load up on fruit. Make applesauce, jams and jellies.







Then ship them to me.:cool:

Yum!

I'm currently drowning in Gravenstein apples and Italian plums. I have more fruit than I can handle!

Three to seven deer show up every day to eat fallen apples. I've been passing apples and plums on to anyone that will take them. A few friends/neighbors have come over to pick their own, but there are literally hundreds of apples and plums still up there in the trees.

I think I'm going to make a crumble or a crisp or something today. However, because it's past noon, I've just poured myself my first weekend cocktail. It might be time to smoke something, too. :rasta:

We'll see how things evolve. :rolleyes:

Heh.

I had a plum tree dropping fruit like a bandit and the woodchuck down by the little creek would feast on them as she did on the apples and pears. One of her offspring left home and moved under my shed. She saw him eating plums and raced up the hill causing him to take cover. She went to the base of the tree and started a spiral around it picking up every plum, taking one bite and throwing down. Every damn one on the ground. I was probably reading a dramatic story around this in my head, but that's what I saw happen.

Sounds like that woodchuck was plum[b] crazy.

It is absotively time to smoke something.

I'm outta here. Gonna smoke some dope in the rain.

L8r t8rs.

'Tis the Season! We've been making garlic dills for the past few weeks - every jar better than the last. My husband calls it 'sloike' (pronounced sloikeh), the Ukrainian name for fresh fermented dill pickles. Ingredients as above, LOTS of garlic, no red pepper flakes, 5-6 days sitting in a cool basement, then into the fridge. YUM.

I'm Polish, and mom and gramma always made great refrigerator pickles. Gramma called them ogórki (Polish for cucumber?).

I'm proud to continue the family tradition. Shared some with a friend recently, and she said she likes my pickles FAR better than those her (self-taught gourmet cook) husband makes. Now that's a great compliment because I'm not much of a cook (but I can make dill pickles, boy howdy!).

ETA: Last night, I sliced up some cukes, red onion, and dill, and started this to percolatin' in the fridge (always better with time) . . .

http://www.sweetpaulmag.com/1EatCont...l_proportional

Those look The YUMMMMMMMY !!!

I keep thinking about Barney and Andy eating aaallllll those pickles.