Honestly, I have no clue where the summer went. It's the same thing every year, summer just blows by, and before you know it, there's frost on the ground. But it was scorching hot again today which is why I can fake August easily. We measured 30C in the shade, and it was so humid the slightest effort caused me to break out into a sweat.
And what, pray tell, were we up to today? Thinking about heat, that's what:
Over the next few weeks, Eric's going to haul out the chainsaw and cut everything into 16" logs. That's the maximum size our wood-stove can take. He splits the wood when he feels like it. During the winter, when the mood strikes him, he'll grab his favorite Gränsfors axe and have a swinging session. This stresses me out to no end. My parents lived in Sweden before moving to Canada, and the woodpile beside the front door represents not only a comfort, but a necessity. I want everything chopped and stacked, and I want it done yesterday, but I'm willing to compromise. Eric likes the exercise, and it gets him out of the house in the middle of winter. Me? I'd rather be beside a hot wood stove with a cat on my lap, a good book within reach, and some knitting by my side, knowing I've got 6 cords split and stacked. C'est la vie!
last batch was such a success, I'm putting these in the fridge overnight. I should be able to get about 18- 500mL (one pint) jars out of the crate.
Farm Folly blogged about her candied jalapeños. I was in the mood to try something new, and these sounded so delightful I had to try them. Off I went to the grocery store again, for some more canning jars and of course, the requisite jalapeños.
Three pounds of jalapeños is a lot of jalapeños:
Proceeding with caution, I actually used rubber gloves to clean and slice the jalapeños. My hands are so raw from all the slicing and weeding and window washing I've done lately, that I didn't want to risk the burn. It's hot enough as it is. I even managed to restrain myself and not gnaw on the seeds. Last time I made habañero pepper jelly, I was a bit too curious, and bit down on one lonely seed. I felt like taking a paring knife to my tongue to ease the pain, it was so hot. I had tears streaming down my face, and even though these jalapeños don't have as much bite, why risk it?
Little Dude has to be segregated on the other side of the kitchen while BobCat eats. I've got 3 cats, each on their own diet, and meal-times are a bit of a logistical nightmare. To top things off, Schatzie is on antibiotics for a respiratory infection, and just trying to give her a pill, let alone do it 14 times this week, is challenging. Tesla's digestive system was a bit upset also, which is why I don't want him hoovering in BobCat's food dish. I'll save you the sordid details of how many times I cleaned his messes off the kitchen floor the day of tropical strom Irene last weekend. I had my own tropical storm Tesla inside the house. The poor kitty had NO control. If diapers for cats existed, Tesla would have been wearing them that day. He's now on a boiled chicken and rice diet, and he's getting better and friskier every day. He's a very cute little guy with good manners, the kind of cat who rises on his back paws when you go to pet him. All he wants is affection. He slept with me last night, and woke me by licking my fingers. It didn't thrill me that it was 3:30 AM, but what the heck. He's really gentle too, and knows enough not to use his claws when he plays. Slowly, they're growing back in again, as well as his whiskers. The wound on his jaw has healed remarkably well, and when the hair grows back, he'll be good as new. We'll give him a few weeks of recuperation and then we'll have him neutered.
Tomorrow, I have more canning on the agenda. Some crab apple jelly, maybe some mango chutney, and a few more batches of bread and butter pickles. I'll keep you posted of our collective misadventures.