|Our dried Santa Fe Chilis, a clove of garlic, and bay awaiting brine, spices, and cucumbers|
It is done. I have a new sweet spot when it comes to sound. The solitary ping of a can sealing. It sounds a lot like what you would imagine a giant kernel of popcorn would sound like trying to escape a covered pop. The funny thing about it is you hear these individual pings but it just doesn't pick up speed like popped corn does.
Summer is definitely coming to an end. Putting up food is a way of saving summer for a blustery Chicago winter night.
|Right now these are just pickles|
Just when you think you can't take the cold anymore you can spread this peach compote with rosewater over ice cream, buttered toast, or mixed into yogurt. A sweet reminder of what lies ahead in the warmth of the sun.
There's also the joy of taking the abundance of simple vegetables and pickling them. Jar, after jar that will be eaten as snacks, chopped into salad, and no pun intended, relished.
|Voilà! Not-too-sweet Bread & Butter Pickles|