Thoughts from a sixty-something living a richly textured life in Delaware, Ohio.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
"That's almost two quarts of green tomato pickle. Even if it's only our first garden on the sod and nothing could grow well, these pickles will be a treat with baked beans in the winter," Ma gloated. (The Long Winter, Laura Ingalls Wilder)
Well, it was salsa and it was ten pints (five quarts), but I know just what Ma Ingalls meant.