For a few weeks we had really mild weather, and it was wonderfully delicious, if not a bit confusing. I mean, it’s August. We’re supposed to be sweltering. And then a few days ago The Gods of Weather noticed that we were not sweating like ditch-diggers and promptly corrected that.
But that’s how I know it’s August – I’m
stuck voluntarily in the kitchen, standing over a boiling hot canner. Yesterday I made sweet relish with the last of the monster zucchini from my in-laws’ garden.
I used the same recipe that I use when making sweet pickle relish.
The husband has deep reservations concerning this relish. The man is suspicious of zucchini, unless it’s in a brownie. Or shredded so finely you can’t really tell it’s there. I tasted the relish, and think it tastes the same as one made with cucumbers. My husband will have the final say, and I can already see his reaction:
The dog helped out in the kitchen, of course. She held down a chair. With her head.
I ran out of lids (of course) and bands for the wide-mouths (of course) so I’m finishing up the rest of the canning today. It’s supposed to be a balmy 86 degrees, so I’m sure I won’t be at all uncomfortable.
Send air conditioners.
See you later for Photo Friday!