The result of drying tomatoes for the entire day yesterday.
Pesto Rosso
I got these two jars and a small plastic container, which is plenty. I'll see as I approach the end of tomatoes if I do more.
We got morning rain with more supposedly on the horizon. It's 58F, a huge change from the prior days of the week. Today is Philly Friday at the deli. Mark picks up a sandwich and we split it. I make creamed cucumbers and it's plenty. Gone are the days of each eating a whole one.
I'm making a beef brisket for dinner. This is always an occasion. I don't really know why, but it is, like it's really special. I guess it is. They are expensive for a tough cut, it takes a long time to cook and then, if done properly, is delicious. After so much experience I don't worry about it being done properly but I may eat my own words.
I am enjoying the preservation process this year. My physical restrictions aren't improved but I'm a bit brighter emotionally. I feel accomplishment, a sense of purpose, growing, storing food to sustain us through a Minnesota winter. The last time I felt I had accomplished much was when I turned the family home into a welcoming place for the young man who bought it. Eight months of labor but the place did shine. Then I crashed. I feel I've dusted myself off and am rejoining the living. Sort of, let's not get carried away.
So....I guess I'll roast some tomatoes, put a bag of vegetables together for Mark to bring the son when they go to the game and finish listening to my book. I see the next one is now available.
In closing, a new era is beginning in Britain. I see there is a video of Charles, now King Charles, flipping off 45. I think he'll do alright.
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Only 2/10 of an inch of rain up here but it is nice and cool! :)
I don't know how much but I did rain more overnight. A nice day ahead. I'm sure for you, too.
It feels good to accomplish things. Done and dusted.
Nursing can be a job that never ends, always something not finished, but at my job, it's very defined and gives me a great sense of accomplishment, especially when I get a tough IV after an hour of trying.
It's all a job that never ends. Clean the stalls, bring in horses, next day clean the stalls.....I worked at a nursing home and a hospital when I was in college. It is hard work, often not acknowledged work. I have difficult veins and boy do I appreciate a job well done getting a needle in my vein! I'm finishing up the basil today.
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