Saturday, September 24, 2011
Our pickle with Pickles
Simon and I spent Friday night date night this week, making pickles. We canned 6 jars of pickles (see horrockshm.blogspot.com for the recipe) and tried a new refridgerator pickle recipe (2 jars). Our canning method to get the jars to seal consists of putting them in our few pots and covering the top of the jars with a lid (which leaves a gap between the pan and lid). Not quite 'pressure' canning, but the lids seal and the pickles last.
Harvest
We have been eating cukes, green peppers, tomatoes and green beans. This has been such a fun adventure.
Monday, September 5, 2011
'dislike' security
Now I understand the importance of airport security....but I think they go a bit overboard. I remember the time when my grandparents would greet us right at the gate. Those times are long past.
Even then I would get searched regularly--the only one in my family who seemed to get searched in those days.
Today I've had the not so fun airport adventures. I really dislike security, period.
Salt Lake airport fortunately let me mail my unintended illegal item (ie my pocketknife that had hidden in the bottom of my backpack). But I had to buy an envelope for $1 and then a book of stamps $9...and put on about 6 stamps hoping that's about right and saving the other stamps for later.
In the Spokane airport, I had to exit security to get to the proper terminal to catch my connecting flight to Seattle...and there, upon reentry, my bag got caught for having 'explosive residue.' So, not only did they empty my entire bag after the bomb swab, but they gave me a very thorough pat-down (noted by the man and girl who sat next to me on the plane in Seattle--they commented on it). And then they test the gloves that patted me down for explosive residue. Am I really THAT suspicious a character?
Even then I would get searched regularly--the only one in my family who seemed to get searched in those days.
Today I've had the not so fun airport adventures. I really dislike security, period.
Salt Lake airport fortunately let me mail my unintended illegal item (ie my pocketknife that had hidden in the bottom of my backpack). But I had to buy an envelope for $1 and then a book of stamps $9...and put on about 6 stamps hoping that's about right and saving the other stamps for later.
In the Spokane airport, I had to exit security to get to the proper terminal to catch my connecting flight to Seattle...and there, upon reentry, my bag got caught for having 'explosive residue.' So, not only did they empty my entire bag after the bomb swab, but they gave me a very thorough pat-down (noted by the man and girl who sat next to me on the plane in Seattle--they commented on it). And then they test the gloves that patted me down for explosive residue. Am I really THAT suspicious a character?
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