No, not at the same time, 'cause that would be crazy. The Mama and I spent all day Sunday in a 4,000 degree kitchen canning pickles for the winter. It was a steamy, drippy and wonderful day. Until I forgot the salt and over half of the 30 quarts instantly became refrigerator pickles. So there are many many (MANY) friends and relatives with a quart of "Berto's Garden Dilly Sours" sitting in their fridge, anxiously awaiting the magic opening date of August 3rd.
And on the other front, the Papa in Law came up with the brilliant idea of putting corn on the cob in the smoker. It was fabulous, gorgeous, delicious and a host of other "ous"es. Except now that I've written that, it occurred to me that "hideous" and "anxious" both end in ous, and it wasn't either of those things. So, onward and upward, and waiting with bated breath for my return and the full details of our weekend escapades.
The Tall Guy is feeling much better, and thank you for your healing thoughts and warm wishes. It truly is wonderful to be remembered by friends.
We'll talk more soon!
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