Peach pie jam, unnecessary?, Spidey and pug

With an overabundance of peaches strewn about my table and counters, I decided to make peach jam. Then I thought, how about a peach pie-inspired jam? And finally, what about a splash of Cognac added right at the end? People, this is delicious, and I will share this recipe for sure. Just look at the peaches. And the color of the jam is stunning.

Spidey kept me company, and Percy is still on the quiet end of the spectrum but despite having his gums dug around in yesterday seems not to have lost any appetite for anything. Typical.

Lastly, do you find this labeling to be as out of control as do I? Put the sticker gun down, market employee!

Plank-grilled chicken, canning seminar tomorrow

T bulk-ordered some alder wood planks (seriously, do you need some?), so last night we tried plank-grilling some gorgeous chicken raised on an Amish farm. It turned out well though in my fatigue-induced laziness, I neglected to season it at all. Alas. Bone Suckin' BBQ sauce to the rescue.

I am very excited for tomorrow's Canning Seminar in Silver Spring. Please come to Strosniders at 9am if you want to learn more about canning and rhubarb-plum jam spiced with star anise!! Click on the event in my calendar for more info.

Hilarious quotes

Scene: Oliver and Jack are playing outside in their playhouse when I hear a blood-curdling scream. I race outside to see Oliver hauling ass out of the playhouse, tears flowing behind him. "What, honey, what??!!" I ask as I scoop him up. "A mosquito mom, a mosquito." I'm thinking, are you effing serious? Mosquitos are like dust, they're everywhere, why the concern now. He then says, "I was so freaked out that my gum flew out of my mouth onto the playhouse floor." Jack verified this. I was in hysterics over his correct use of freaked out and the image of his gum flying out. Scene: The boys are in the bath tonight, and J stands up and asks, in all seriousness and while gripping his testicular region, "I forget, are these called my drums?" HAH! I about fell out. "No, honey, those are testicles inside the scrotum." His face scrunched up in a bit of confusion and he asked "technicals?" No, honey, "testicles."

What a day. I am so tired I almost don't care about dinner. Isn't that freaky? Nonetheless, I just made a swiss chard/eggplant/tahini/warm lemon oil saute and plopped it all over some fresh tomatoes. I've got some chicken breasts that I might cook with rosé and figs. Or, I might put some salt and pepper on them and have T throw them on the grill. Hmm...