Less than a peck of pickled peppers

So I am doing this, that and the other thing today, some of them in the kitchen; and after leaving them in the sun two days too long (whoops), I finally got around to pickling some chillies.



Pardon my pretties, but they really are very pretty. I wonder how long I should keep before eating? The recipe has no suggestions. One of these jars is for Katherine, of course - it's sooo nice, having someone to share ridiculous treats with - and I bet I can predict her suggestion...

(EtA: allow me to amend that previous paragraph. It's soooo nice* having a wife to share ridiculous treats with. Karen just wandered through, wanting to know what it was that smelled so good. I still think it may be too chilli-impactful for her preference, but Katherine might have to wait on the outcome of a taste-test. Or I could just make more, of course. There's always that.)


*Please to note, that's even nicer than the previous niceness. This is important.

Tired was I, ere I saw Derit

...And I think I'm done. Lazy man's dinner tonight: chilli with pinto beans and leftover porks, where the hardest work was chopping up a few veg and tossing in some spices. Didn't even need to remember to soak the beans overnight. I suspect pintos will cook happily unsoaked; in fact I tossed 'em in a pan this morning with the pork bones and a lot of water, boiled 'em up and left 'em to soak in the hot water for a bit before simmering. Rice to go with, tonight, and kale from the garden, seethed down with ginger and garlic. Sometimes even I need comfort foods.

And while everything assembles itself, I'm going to sit on the couch with a glass of wine and the last of the olives and a book. Maybe a cat, if they're done playing contending mightily with their new mousies.