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A Motley Autumnal Conglomerate

I’ve been digging through my backlog of photos and I’ve found a bunch of single random ones that more-or-less fall into the category of “fall harvest.”  So this is going to be a bit of a hodgepodge of a post.  (yeah, somebody’s gotten into the thesaurus again)

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The first snowfall of the year.  The Cities were eerily quiet that day.

Throughout summer and fall, Lindz was making semi-regular stops at the local farmer’s market and on one trip she picked up some gorgeous sweetcorn.

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Still working on “prettyfying” some of my photos.

The most consistent way I’ve found to cook sweetcorn is to get a pot of water boiling, add the corn, and let it come back up to a full boil.  I then let it cook for about a minute and then pull it out.  This way the corn is still nice and juicy but doesn’t taste raw either.

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Juuust about ready to be pulled out, buttered, lightly salted, and devoured.

I think it was the same trip that Lindz also picked up some delightful green beans.  These I steam for about five minutes (checking often) so they come out nice and al dente.  Toss with a pat of butter and a pinch each of salt and pepper.

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I love green beans, even if most people cook them to mush.

I enjoy sausages anytime that I can get my grubby little hands on them, but for whatever reason, I always think of them as cold weather comfort food.  I think they are best with either a spicy mustard or some horseradish (preferably homemade).

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A Hobbit approved snack. Perfect for second breakfast.

My boss, Steve, has really been into canning the last couple of years.  This year he was working on perfecting his pickle recipe.  He found a spicy pickle mix (I think it’s this one) at Mill’s Fleet Farm and gave me a jar to try.  It definitely packed a nice punch of jalapeno with a good and crisp pickle.  It was one of those nice burns that wasn’t too overpowering, but stayed with you for some time.  The more you ate, the more intense it got too.

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They look innocent, but they will grab your tastebuds and mistreat them in a way that will have you coming back for seconds. And thirds.

Mom picked up a half bushel box of peaches this fall and make most of it into jam.  It didn’t last very long once Lindz and I opened it and got a taste.

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Yes, Mom has been reusing jars for canning and pickling long before it was in vogue.

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You can just taste the peachy peachness of the peach jam, can’t you?

Along with the usual jellies and jams that Mom made, she also did some salsa this year.  Generally, I’m not a fan because the flavor usually seems dull and overcooked.  Probably the same thing.  This primarily applies to store-bought salsas.  I prefer a nice pico de gallo (fresh uncooked salsa) any day of the week.  However, the recipe that Mom used has me hesitating on my anti-salsa stance.  It was a bit sweet (from the tomatoes), a bit spicy (just enough to round out the flavor), and a whole lot of tomatoey goodness.

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Mmm, salsa. Cha-cha-cha!

And now for something completely different: Oreos.

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I’m a die-hard fan of the original Double Stuff, but these are surprising good. And a nice change to throw into the mix.

Grandma Alice

Been avoiding this for a while now.

Lindz’s Grandma Alice passed away on the 4th.  It was extremely unexpected.  From what the paramedics and Kirk (Lindz’s dad) could tell, she did her usual morning routine, poured herself a cup of coffee, and sat down in front of the TV to watch Cash Cab.  When Kirk stopped by later in the afternoon and found her, she was still sitting in her chair, no longer with us.

Alice and Burt’s Wedding in 1950.

I’ve known her for only the last 6 years, but she became an important part of my life.  Her place was a regular stop whenever we would go to Rochester and visit Lindz’s folks.  No matter when we would stop by (even out of the blue) she was always happy to see her favorite granddaughter and grandson-in-law.  Yup, we were the only granddaughter and grandson-in-law.  She liked her ha-ha moments.

During the cold months, Alice would work on her jigsaw puzzles in the sun porch.  It would take her a while to put them together because she didn’t always get the pieces right.  So myself or Kyle (Lindz’s brother) would go through and pull apart whatever didn’t work.  She didn’t mind, but she could still crank through several each winter.

When she wasn’t doing her puzzles, she was usually reading her books.  She was a very frequent visitor to the library.  She would occasionally complain (at least to us)  if they didn’t have what she wanted in the large print.  Though they usually did have a copy, or would find her one.  It was really touching that the library sent a condolence card.

Of course, this is all secondary to when her “little hooligans” were over.  Kirk and Denise have two English Setters, Ty and Rose, and the dogs would go over to Alice’s for doggy-daycare.  This used to be more frequent, back when Kirk was still teaching.  Alice spoiled those dogs like nothing else.  It got to the point where the dogs wouldn’t eat regular jelly.  They had to have orange marmalade on their breakfast toast when they went over to Grandma’s.  I know the puppies ate more of her supper than she did.  Alice and the dogs didn’t mind, but it needled Kirk because the dogs kept gaining weight and his mom wasn’t.

The whole Colwell clan: Denise, Kirk, Alice, Kyle, Me, and Lindz. The two hooligans, Rose and Ty, are in front.

Alice’s “grandkids:” (L to R) Jadea, Raeya, Jessie, Lindz, yours truly, Kyle, and Jessica.  Granted half of the group are grandnieces, but Alice always thought of them as her own.

Of the many tasty things that Alice cooked, this was probably my favorite. Good ol’ chipped beef. Nothing fancy, just plain good.  And no lumps.  🙂

Alice was fond of telling people how she got her name.  She was the youngest of 13 and after she was born, her dad, John, decided that it was enough kids and said “das ist alles.”  Which translates from German as “that is all.”  So it was decided that she should be called Alice.  Both Alice and I loved a good play on words, so, for you Alice, I’m signing off with “und das ist alles.”