Brushing off the cobwebs to finally put up a post. :-) Crazybusy would only begin to describe the past few weeks, and then when I think I've edited the final book chapter and can RELAX, my client informs me that the other editor on the project has only managed to get through 5 chapters in the time I've done 20 (!). And could I please, please, please take more work? So yes, I have 8 chapters to get through before vacation---beach, I can hardly wait to see you! (Living 10 miles from the sea comes in handy when austerity measures rule the day.)Somehow the garden has managed to survive despite my neglect, and we have a good crop of cucumbers this year. So while I was working extra overtime, I instructed the husband to make up some of Grandmom's bread and butter pickles, with strict orders not to deviate from the recipe (except to cut the slices slightly thicker) because it was HER pickles I craved.
I think she gave me the recipe almost 20 years ago, and I remember razzing her---the retired teacher (can't you tell from the handwriting?)---about the misspelling. A perfectionist, she didn't like that very much. And who cares anyway; the "pickels" are divine. :-)
