Things have not really slowed down since the move, but at least it's all been fun stuff.
After going to St. Louis twice, the next weekend Hazel and I rode down to Fayetteville with Mama to see Granny & Grandpa. For those of you who don't know, they live on a farm way back in the woods, so going there is kind of like going to a kind of Southern zen retreat. There's no cell service, no computer, and no TV (they did recently upgrade to a DVD player/TV combo, where they screen religious romances and war movies, respectively). Hazel had a blast dancing while Grandpa played the harmonica.
I had fun picking squash, cucumbers, and blueberries, which I got to bring home! The berries I froze, but the cucumbers looked like they needed a little something extra. Something dilly and garlicky. Oh yeah – pickles.
Now I've not really made pickles. I tried to do it once before, and while they were pretty, I admit they were pretty sharp-tasting also. This time around I went with a brine recipe from Smitten Kitchen for pickled carrot sticks, although I used cukes and carrot slices. The brine is lovely, albeit a bit sweet for me, so next time I'm going to experiment with my own recipe. This is the only picture I took, because after they had settled in the fridge for a day or so, I got too excited eating them to take a picture of the finished product!