Thursday, July 12, 2018




Well the infamous food processor that wouldn’t die has done it again.  Today I made beet relish.  I chopped up the beets, onion, carrot and green peppers.  The thing is indestructible.  Thank you again Scadutos for the donation.

Beet Relish
4 pounds, beets, cooked and peeled
4 large onions
3 large green peppers
1 Tbsp whole cloves
1 ½ cups sugar
1 ½ cups vinegar

Grind beets, onions and green peppers.  Tie cloves in cheesecloth bag.  In large kettle combine vegetables, clove bag, sugar, vinegar, ½ cup water and 1 Tbsp salt.   Bring to boil, reduce heat.  Cover and simmer 20 minutes, stirring occasionally.  Remove clove bag. Ladle into hot jars, leave ½ inch headspace.  Adjust lids.  Process in boiling water bath (half pints) 15 minutes.  Makes 13 half pints.

Now that is what the recipe reads.  I know Diane at the Extension Office would have a hissy fit, but this is how I adjusted the recipe to suit me.  (“That’s not acceptable”, is what Diane would say!)  But I am a cook who does fluctuate with her recipes.  I have threatened to make rabbit tacos or hot dog fried rice before but never have.

I don’t feel badly when I have to substitute because I don’t have a certain ingredient.

I added shredded carrots, a jalapeno pepper and fresh grated ginger.  Instead of water I used the water I cooked the beets in.  I didn’t use whole cloves but instead used ground cloves.  I also sprinkled in a little nutmeg.

It is delicious.

Today I jumped on the bandwagon and made kale chips.  I seasoned with garlic, paprika, onion powder and chili pepper.  I sprinkled with pink salt when they were finished.  I hated them!  They tasted burned and were horrid.  I'll go back to my kale salads.



Peace be with you.


Sunday, July 1, 2018




When I was in college a group of friends went to a bar to hear some live music.  I hung my purse over the back of my chair and enjoyed the show.  Later, I got my purse to get some money for another drink and realized I had been vandalized.  My money was gone including a silver dollar my uncle had given me at birth.

For some reason, I can’t remember why, I looked at the guy sitting right behind me.  He attended the same college and was known to be a “little shit”.

“Empty your pockets,” I demanded of him.  He just laughed and looked away to talk to his friends.

I got up from my seat and grabbed him by his shirt front.  I pulled him into my face and said something to the effect that if he stole my money I was going to kick his ass.

One of my friends pulled me off him.  Two other guy friends told him to empty his pockets.  He did so and there was my silver dollar.  I started at him again and my friends pulled me away.

“You got your money back, let it go,” they told me.

I believe we all left about that time.

I never did run into that little rat again.  I’m afraid if I had, I would have given him a good thrashing.

Peace be with you.

Photo of me at 19.  First year of college.