Can you believe it? It's almost July!
It was a weekend of religion, people, happiness and sadness. It started with a spontaneous party thrown by friends to toast the Supreme Court's ruling on Marriage Equality. Here is to marriage for everyone. Or as our President so rationally stated, "Love is Love". Right? So, now we can get on to other things and let people live, love and be with those that wish to live with and love. This is the right thing to do, and I rejoice that we had some sense around this as so much that is surfacing and exploding around us is so senseless and "Foxified" by the media.
On Saturday, we attended a funeral of a friend's mother (aged 92) and was touched by the simple, sweet ceremony with mentions of the trout in her kitchen sink, and the pies and muffins that were symbols of a blueberry harvest. We heard about Strawberry Shortcake at the church as well as her reknowned clam chowder, also a staple at church. She was much beloved, and very determined until the end. It was good to go. We jumped in the car after a short reception and drove to Tburg for a wedding at the Conservatory of Fine Arts. It was a joyous, very Burg event...with the Notorious String Busters and delicious catering by Serendipity. The bride beamed, the groom beamed, and the children were adorable. Lots of fun seeing the tribe...and was thrilled to have some really terrific new shoes that kept me standing for 3 hours. There were gorgeous local flowers, champagne flowing, and every shape and size celebrating at our indoor picnic which had to be moved due to the downpour we were having all day.
Sunday was a little bit of cooking and a big meeting with my pals at Finger Lakes Cider House. Lots to do, lots to square away quickly. Rob and I were lakeside, which is always amazing as I find we are surrounded by the environment there...floating among the clouds or as with yesterday, fading into the haze that came with the rain. It was cold and damp, but pleasant sitting at our big oak table with 270˚ of vista and window, just being...and watching the birds flutter across the porch and yard.
I made up a big jar of dilly beans (quick pickles) inspired by a jar of pickled radishes/onions (with coriander, tumeric, salt/peppercorns,) that came out very well. Similar deal with the beans only I blanched them and cold shocked them prior to packing in the jar. The radishes were paper thin, so I did not blanch/cold shock them as they didn't need more cooking. I am using my homemade vinegar for these pickles--which yields a slightly softer, less biting taste. Need to make more vinegar. Will run out quickly at this rate. And the beets haven't even happened yet. Time to squeeze some apples for my big mother that makes the vinegar!
This week includes meeting with my ankle doctor and the beginning of V2 for Physical Therapy. My doctor wants me to work on range of motion and learning to use the foot/ build muscles that need to be built, so gain my confidence and improve stride. And so, I will. And, there is lots of work for the big client and for my farmers. So, busy enough to keep me out of trouble.