My friend told me about salad in a jar this week. Did all of you already know about this? You make a bunch of salads all at once in mason jars, and then, due to the way it’s layered and sealed, the salad is fresh and ready to go at a moment’s notice. You just grab, dump, and eat, so you’re more likely to eat a salad even when you’re short on time vs. grabbing something processed. Isn’t that brilliant? I mean, if it actually works? Yes, I am pulling out the mason jars this week.
Speaking of mason jars, my plan for summer is to can and freeze fruits and vegetables while they’re in season. I want to make strawberry preserves for the year, make enough tomato soup to get us through winter, and freeze vegetables for later use. I have no clue how to do this in an efficient, smart way. There is, for instance, limited freezer space. Which vegetables get my freezer space, and which ones need to be preserved in a different way? Can you freeze all vegetables? Will they be mushy when I go to use them later? How do I make strawberry preserves so we have them all year? Anyone have good resources you can point me towards?
It is going to be practically little house on the prairie over here this summer.
On a whim, I purchased chocolate milk in a glass bottle. I bought it because I coveted the glass bottle, but the chocolate milk turned out to be amazing. I served it for dessert. And now I have a glass bottle to store my simple syrup. Oh… because I’m making my own soda.
Making my own soda seems like a poor use of my kitchen time — aren’t we supposed to drink water? — but if I am going to drink soda from time to time, I might as well make it myself. I’m starting with homemade grenadine and then serving fancy Shirley Temples. And then graduating to a host of flavoured simple syrups so I can mix them with carbonated water and whip up blueberry or blackberry sodas for all my friends. I swear, this is a fantastic idea.
How long do simple syrups keep? Is there anything I can do to extend their life?
Lastly, something not food related in the least (except that I sometimes eat at the field), is that baseball season has started back up and the Wolvog has graduated to traditional Little League with kids pitching vs. a machine. It is amazing to watch the kids in action. I mean, the Wolvog was once this tiny peanut — only two pounds — and now he is stealing second base. I wish the me now could talk to the me from back during that NICU time and show her the pictures I took this week. “Look at this,” I’d tell her. “Everything is going to be okay. One day that kid is going to be big enough to play baseball and pick fruit for you.” Would the me back then believe it?