I’m an insomniac and a night owl, which is why I was still finishing up making the jars of pickles you see above at 2:00 a.m. 450 more words
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Perhaps pestilence is a bit too strong a term, since I’m not literally dealing with plague, but I’m frustrated.
I’m not used to seeing insects strolling about my kitchen, but lately I keep seeing those little tiny brown or black ants that are called “sweet-eating” or “sugar” ants. 308 more words
Never thought I would do this, but yup, here they are. The banana peppers were ready to pick and some were very large. They had not turned the true yellow color. 122 more words