Caul, revolting news

I woke with a start at 5:47a, realizing then that neither T nor I had set an alarm. Oops. I'm sure all would have been fine since at 5:48 I heard Oliver calling, "I want you to please come in my room, Mommy, because I have something to show you and also I need to poop." Ah, indispensable mommy. Jack, meanwhile, was furtively building an international super spy Lego vehicle in his room.I sure do love those little boys.

I got dressed and went to check the seals on the pickled cauliflower- all perfect and I will really enjoy these, well, those I don't sell.

Now at the airport waiting to board, I'm reading with utter repulsion and disgust an article about the Taliban gunning down a young girl because she publicly talked about how much she wants an education. Those men don't deserve to be called or considered human. They are revolting beings with less in the way of humanity than dogs. I feel no qualms in saying that I hope there's a seventh circle waiting for them somewhere.

Compost dinner salad, more pickled cauliflower, cool!

I've managed to mostly pack; if my calculations are correct, I've only got jewelry left to go. It's possible that I'll go lazy and bring the first two pairs of earrings I see when opening my drawer. It's also possible I'm forgetting something critical In any case, it's almost done, or at least seems that way. T is at a work function, and after my lovely compost salad dinner, I thought about how inviting bed sounded. Then, however, I recalled the two heads of cauliflower I blithely bought this morning, certain I would summon the enthusiastic will to pickle them this afternoon. The recipe is soooooooo good, what with the cardamom and coriander and pomegranate molasses, and I really have been wishing for more. You can be sure, however, that when I spied those two heads staring at me accusingly from the top shelf of the fridge, I felt chastened and contrite. When will I ever learn? Do I even want to? Am I willing a situation to be when it just cannot be thus right now?

The possibility of waste and the attendant guilt pushed me into action, and presently, I've got just a few more minutes until the last couple pints are ready to emerge from their boiling water bath.

I'm not sure how much cooking I'll get to do while in Louisiana so do bear with me, BUT I must tell you something I find extremely cool and meaningful. My sister has asked the guy catering her reception to make my mint-pistachio pesto as the accompaniment to the lamb rather than the sauce he'd suggested. I feel mighty proud and touched!

Pickled cauliflower report, yotam's eggplant

I cheated tonight and as my appetizer ate some of the pickled cauliflower I canned last week even though the recipe strongly suggested I wait another five weeks. It is deLICious! Oh wow. I'm going to make some more of that!!! Will also post recipe. As well, the burned eggplant with tahini was as wonderful as ever; fortunately the explosion had no influence on taste. If you've not previously, you should definitely make yourself a dish of this soon. Mamma mia!