I just sliced 6 pounds of cucumbers, 5 large onions, 3 large green peppers, salted them all and set them to rest overnight. What am I making now? Cucumber Picalilli. I had all these cucumbers, (I still haven’t used them all up!) and I knew if I didn’t do something now, they would simply rot. Tomorrow is the cooking and canning. I can hardly wait to see how this comes out.
The children left Saturday morning. It was sad to see them go. They had to cut their visit short this year because their father has accepted a new job and they are moving to a new town. The kids were a little nervous about the move, but we all told them how great it was going to be. Matina picked up Greta and hugged her and said, “I wish I could put you in my suitcase and bring you home with me!” and I could hear her voice crack. It’s a beautiful thing, the love between a child and a dog.
Today was a Greek Festival in a town near-by. We drove down and enjoyed a lunch full of Greek goodies. Hubby had a lamb shanks meal and I went A La Carte with Lamb Kebabs, and stuffed Grape Leaves! I also tried something new this year, Pastichio. It’s sort of the Greek equivalent to macaroni and cheese, but it also has meat in it and in many ways is creamier and finer. Yum!
I was lying in bed last night thinking of my Uncle George.
He is my cousin, Janet’s father. He was probably the single most important male in my life growing up. The one that showed me what a real man could be.
He taught me to swim, to dive and to do somersaults off his shoulders. He would play games with us in the water, watch over us if we got in over our heads, and above all he made sure we always had fun.
When I was maybe 6 or 7 years old I stepped on glass at the beach. My foot was bleeding pretty badly. He wrapped it in his T-shirt and then carried me the 5 minute walk back to our house in Falmouth. He sat with me while I got stitched up and then carried me around the beach so that I wouldn’t get sand in my stitches afterwards. I asked him about that recently and he’d forgotten, but I’ll never forget it, because he was so kind to me.
How lucky we are to have these special people in our lives. Young and old, they add so much.
that’s such a beautiful thing to say about Dad 🙂
Now I feel kinda bad for yelling at him today…kinda… 😉
hugs!
ps I’m coming up soon to try all these things you’re making!
Awww – what poignant memories. Hummm – as I think about it, I recall that I had an uncle who did some of these same types of things. How lovely the extended family can be.
hugs,
linda
I loved my dog growing up. That was Puppy that I posted about on my PSH. So, I can commiserate with Matina.
Wonderful to remember your uncle that way. Be sure to tell him…often we forget to or are uncomfortable.
Your cucumber Picalilli sounds interesting. What ethnicity is that if there is any?