Ka-blooey

Right now, my kitchen looks like a bomb went off in it. It's a disaster-zone.

Currently:

~Cracked Wheat Dinner Rolls for the harvest/Reformation potluck at church tomorrow - rising

~Pickled jalapenos - waiting to be labled and put away

~Hard cider - brewing

~Cider vinegar, some awesome, some smelling vomitous, from last year - needing to be bottled/dumped accordingly

~Apple pie, also for potluck - baked

~Dishes - piling up

~Cyser "must" - waiting for more shaking to dissolve the honey

~Tomatoes - in various stages of ripeness and needing... something

~A box of buttercup squash - needing to find a place to live

~Jonah's bowl of potato salad from lunch - wasted

~A bowl of whey from draining yogurt - hanging around until I get around to dumping it on the garden

~Pecan cinnamon rolls, made by a dear friend who visited me yesterday - calling my name

~A gallon jar of raw, unfiltered honey from my next door Amish neighbors - sticky

~Two gallons of sauerkraut - fermenting

~A heaping bucket of compost - waiting for a certain boy to carry it out to the pile

~A bucket of jerusalem artichoke tubers - dug yesterday and needing to be taken to the root cellar

~Leftover Bierochs - for supper

~A cute little person in an ugly little chair - watching my every move and trying to get my attention with smiles and coos




Did I mention the mess? I'm trying to ignore it.