Chopped tomatoes, salted and draining for a tomato pie. It has occurred to me that I've only made one during the season which is sort of a sin (as is tomato pie in and of itself) so I've gathered up the different varieties we have and have chopped them and squished them lovingly and set them in the colander with salt.
The juice from them is delicious, straight out of the bowl I've poured it in.
I've made a pie crust and will soon slice onions and layer them with the tomatoes in the pastry and top those with basil and then the holy mixture of mayonnaise and cheese and bake it all until it's fit for all the holy angels and demonic devils too. We'll also be having a lovely (I hope) soup of yellow and Delicata squash.
I've canned six pints of hot and sweet pickled banana peppers and baked a loaf of sourdough today too. And did a little weeding. And a little bit of bathroom cleaning.
I am out of my mind. Obviously. But I am doing very few activities outside. Because...
I was just thinking a few minutes ago how I've spent my entire life thinking that I should be doing something or I should not be doing something or that I'm wasting my time or that my priorities are perverted or at least not correct and I'm really tired of that shit. So what if I'm spending hours in the kitchen every day? This is the time of year that if you have a garden that you find yourself dealing with the fruits of the gardening labors. That's just all there is to it. And mostly I do enjoy it and I get a great deal of satisfaction preserving the vegetables and fruits that I am able to preserve, and preparing them fresh for us to eat. I mean- isn't this sort of the dream?
And so forth.
Fuck it. If I want to can and cook all day I will.
They say if you can't stand the heat, to get out of the kitchen. Well, my kitchen has air conditioning and so I am fine right there between sink and stove and chopping board.
I just went out to pick the aforementioned basil and saw this.
I wish I'd gotten a better picture but you can grasp some of the glory of it and I do love the drooping palm fronds. There was also a very fine and fat bumblebee buzzing the beautiful phlox but she was not having her picture taken and that was that.
And of course, here are some zinnias. I have these in the kitchen because that is where I am spending the most time these days.