‘Tis the season for booze infooozed jellies! With little-to-no local in-season fruits in New Hampshire, I was forced to resort to alcohol. Hard life, right? The other evening while rushing around the grocery store for canning ingredients I completely forgot my bag of 6 pomegranates in the check out aisle. To ensure that I wasn’t loosing my mind, I called customer service before I made the trip back to the store at 9pm, and they confirmed my forgetful fate. I figured that maybe it was a sign and that there was probably a reason for my forgetfulness: Ball Jars and liquid pectin! On my second trip through the check out aisle, the manager asked what I was making, which led to the mention of the blog, which in turn led to the manager not charging me for any of my canning supplies. “I feel bad that you had to drive back down here (mind you it was my own damn fault), so these are a gift from me because you have a great blog!” What? Who does that? Thus deeming Portsmouth, NH grocery stores the friendliest I’ve ever encountered (a cashier at Trader Joe’s once gave me a free house warming plant).
Happy Halloween! I may or may not be dressing up as a pickle tonight (check FB or Instagram for photos). Don’t worry I’m all dill pickle guys (sweet pickle? scoff…). I’m actually in Freeport, ME at a science meeting today sans gherkin costume… the chick with the ears and tale apparently didn’t get the memo. Even though I typically wait till the night before or the day of to pull together a planned out costume, Halloween has always been my favorite holiday. I’ve never really been one for risque costumes but more huge and obnoxious or costumes that I can incorporate in with my bicycle… or both. The plan for this evening is to attend the Portsmouth Halloween Parade and then to scoot over to the Polish Club in Newmarket, NH for a night of blues and mandatory dancing. What are you all up to on this witchy day?
Apples!! Guys.. it’s apple season. I remember as a kid visiting the apple cidery in See Canyon south of San Luis Obispo, CA. Specifically, I remember how cold the apple press room was. Pretty much every summer from that first school field trip till I moved away from the Central Coast my dad and I would frequent the various orchards searching and hoping for the tartest green apples. I’m not sure if you’ve noticed, but I’m kind of a nut about pick your own (PYO) farms. Last summer was the first time since college that I went apple picking… not surprisingly I went a teensy lot overboard (apple sauce, apple pie filling, port apple cranberry sauce, apple pie turnovers, apple chutney). Knowing that I had pretty damn big shoes to fill after last year, and because I was milking the last bit of tomato season, I was pretty OK with holding off on apples as long as I could this year… 2 weeks.