I had to go to four stores today to find quart-sized canning jars. There's a plethora of plastic for sale, but glass, alas, is elusive. There was no presumption this morning of a pickle-packing party but at the farmer's market my olifactory senses were assailed with the heady aroma of fresh dill, and seeing that I'll be in Ireland the first three weeks of September, I thought it was high time to gather up a bushel of pickling cukes and get busy. And then there is the aperitif made with white wine, vodka, sugar, vanilla bean and fresh fruit that calls out to be stashed away in jars for a month or so.... It's peach season, and blackberries are beginning to hang in lush clumps at the side of nearly every road....
In other news, I caved to Modern Technology today and became the owner of an iPhone 4. Holy guacamole!!!! There's a midget computer in my pocket which knows a helluva a lot more than I did when I graduated from college. Just sayin'.
It was 93 degrees today, zero humidity, just lovely smooth heat.