Cherry Sunday

Today was a mixture of  have to, want to, and what did I get myself into? The first time I woke up was 5:30am…no way…that’s only four hours of sleep. I did fall back asleep for a bit but gave up around seven when the boy went out to cut grass.

I chose to sit outside with the cat and the dog and have my coffee and I was out there for about an hour. Then I came in and started in the kitchen. The Girl didn’t bring her Grandfather dinner yesterday because I never got around to making one. The Girl had a frozen pizza and I picked at a few things. So I thought I would make the sage sausage with apples again. After I finished that, I pitted four pounds of cherries and that took forever.

I found a recipe that led me to believe that I could cook the cherries all day in a slow cooker and it would thicken into a jam. I purposely picked this recipe because of the slow cooker and the honey as a sweetner. It tastes great but it’s still more of a syrup than a jam and it cooked down all day. I canned it anyway. I also canned some apple pectin for future recipes and some bourbon cherries. I just now finished cleaning up…

I had to stop to run to Sam’s Club and the Girl had a pick up at Target. We were only gone a little over an hour, maybe an hour and a half. We came home and immediately went to the neighbor’s to swim. I left at 3;30 because I had to wake the Boy up for work and I needed to start dinner and finish those cherries in the slow cooker. The Girl came home an hour later.

Since I had cherries everywhere I picked a recipe for dinner that included cherries. It was pretty tasty, I will definitely make it again. I’m not supposed to have balsamic vinegar on GAPS but I didn’t have a reaction and after almost six months I need to start adding more foods. 

It was about 5:45 when we ran this over to the Girl’s Grandfather. On the way there I passed an area with ridiculously high weeds and I could see a car in there. I thought it was strange and then I saw it was a cop hiding out of sight. I hate when they do that, luckily this is not a road …let me rephrase..this part of the road is not a place where I tend to go over the speed limit. He was still there on the way back and he was all the way hidden from this way. I had a Nissan riding my ass the whole way until we passed the police car. I did say out load “you’re welcome asshole, now where’s my apology for your being a bully behind the wheel.”  Not that he could hear me.. that twenty minutes in the car was the most annoying part of  my day.

My ex father in law has always put whatever I bring him in the refrigerator and he eats it the next day. The Girl said he didn’t eat dinner yet and wanted her to leave the breakfast out too because he was going to eat it all now. That bothers me a little and makes me feel guilty that we didn’t make it over there yesterday. I sure hope my ex husband plans on feeding him next weekend. He’s on vacation and the kids will be over there. I’m trying to teach the Girl to take care of her people but I don’t know if it’s making a difference or not. I do know that I am looking forward to a quiet week this week.

I started listening to a new book this morning while I was pitting cherries….

I like it…a lot. Unless another book sweeps me off my feet in the next couple of weeks this will be my book club pick for August. I was in the kitchen for 19 chapters today….only 41 more to go. I have more cherries to can this week so I should finish it or at least come close.

Now I’m off to get ready for bed…it was a long day but it still went fast…..Zia

About dragonflyzia

I am just a woman finally accepting that I was never meant to be in the box. I don't fit into any stereotypes, please don't try and label me, that doesn't work either. I am embracing my uniqueness in ways that are new and challenging to me, so that I may continue to grow and never stop learning.
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