Why I haven't been blogging.

I am too old to blog. I think I must be eighty. Why? Well, I suppose I should give you some background.

I bought a place. I decided to landscape. I feel crappy wasting money of things that don't give back, like say, annual flowers. So I got the brilliant idea to landscape using vegetables and herbs. That's great right? Fresh produce, right? Well, yeah, but do you know how much zucchini five plants make? Do you have a clue how many tomatoes can grow on just four bushes? I have been drowning in produce. By the way, if you cut basil , oregano, cilantro, lemon verbena, mint, or any other herb it loves it. You get a bigger bushier plant than before - which is great unless you have a weird phobia about wasting anything. In which case you wind up with about ten pounds of pesto, and more lemon verbena jelly than you know what to do with.

That right there is why I'm eighty. I have so much produce I decided to can and preserve some of it. There were only so many ways to cook zucchini, alright? In other news if anyone needs a zucchini recipe hit me up (zucchini bread, zucchini fritters, zucchini lasagna, fried zucchini, baked zucchini, zucchini salad, zucchini salsa... get the picture?). Anyway, my grandparents had me "help" them can when I was little, so how hard could it be right? Well, yeah. It is easy. That's how it suckers you in. Can some tomatoes? Next thing you know and you have
delved into the dangerous world of pickles and jelly. Before you know it I'm going to be canning beef and conserve. I'm like a junkie, an eighty year old canning and preserving junkie.  Seriously, I have started stalking Craigslist for canning jars and supplies. Next thing you know I'm gonna be slipping an extra ten in the hand of my dealer at the farmer's market so he gives me the "good stuff." I'll be breaking into my neighbors yards to steal peaches, because dried peaches are like crack and I can only imagine how delightful they'll be in jelly. It's
Friday night and you know what I'm doing? I'm pickling eggs and cucumbers. I'll be processing tomatoes. I'll probably even have my Grooveshark on. I'll be canning to the Andrews sisters and Bob Hope, because yeah, I think I was born one or two generations too late. Hopefully I will surface again after this drought succeeds in killing all my plants.