Millions of peaches for me

Mary

Meet Mary Christmas

I spent a special day with my mother-in-law, Mary Christmas, canning peaches. MC gets her name from my son, a true devotee of all things winter holiday.

Mary had me pick up a lug of peaches, store them in the pantry and gently squeeze one everyday until the fruit gave way under the pressure. Then, she said, put them in the fridge until we’re ready to can ‘em (which, by the way, doesn’t include the use of any cans). She had me run my JARS through the dishwasher the night before she arrived.

Step 1. Assemble your gear. You’ll need plenty of peaches (roughly four per jar), water and sugar, a tub of ice water, a couple big pots for boiling, jars with screw rings and NEW lids, jar tongs, a large slotted spoon, towels and knives. Boil the new lids for a couple minutes to sterilize them.

canning gear
clean jars
screw rings and new lids
cook book

Check it - even a pro like Mary Christmas brings a cookbook!

Step 2. Blanch the peaches. Blanching means to drop them into boiling water for 20 seconds or so until the skin loosens, then transfer them to ice water to cool for handling. This process makes the skins fall right off the fruit. Keep the peeled fruit in the ice water until you are ready to use it to prevent it from browning.

rocking baby

We'll take care of you first. Our fruit can darken.

blanching peaches

removing peach skin

See?

Step 3. Prepare the syrup. Here’s where that cookbook might come in handy as everyone has their own taste in syrup. We chose 4 cups water to 2 cups sugar for thin syrup (more sugar gives you thicker syrup). Oh, and when we were done I realized I doubled the water but not the sugar so our syrup will be ultra thin. But the peaches were so sweet I think we’ll like ‘em that way. Anyhoo… combine the sugar and water and boil it.

boiling

Bubble bubble toil and trouble

Step 4. Fill the jars. Stuff your jars with skinned, quartered peaches. Pour boiling syrup over peaches, leaving a 1/2 inch of head space at the top of the jar.

canning peaches

Add syrup

Wipe the rim of the jar to remove any peach guts or syrup splotches as this will hinder the sealing process. Cover with the sterilized lid, screw on the ring and place the whole shebang into the large boiling kettle of water. Our kettle was big enough to hold seven jars without them touching each other. If they are clinking around against each other in boiling water, there’s a bigger chance jars will break and then you’ll have a mess on your hands.

Let your concoction boil softly for 30 minutes. Take a load off, have some coffee… eat some peaches.

Step 5. Remove jars from boiling water and cool. If you did your job right and the stars are aligned, you’ll being to hear popping sounds coming from your cooling jars as they seal. MC says that’s what fall sounds like.

canning peaches

Our bounty

high knees

My bro-in-law is home on break from Air Force training and helped to watch the babies while we slaved over a hot stove. The shoes belong to her uncle Eliot.

Uncle Eliot

Uncle Eliot

In summary…

  1. Uncles make fab babysitters.
  2. Tweak the brine (or syrup in this case) and make it your own.
  3. I can eat at least four peaches in short order without getting a belly ache.
  4. At least for this year, my peaches were not put in a can by a man in a factory downtown.

AND TO ALL A HAPPY HARVEST!

Running for my life

Dark Helmet

A lot to keep up with...

I ran today for the first time in four months. In my seventh month of pregnancy, I decided to take a little break from running until our bundle arrived. I knew I could and should keep exercising, but lugging around all that extra weight seemed like a great excuse to take it easy.

I knew I’d get back into it and today, as Ani is just over five weeks old, I dove. Two miles, with one short walking break. The first quarter mile felt amazing… my legs stretched ahead of me, my pony tail bounced… I’m sure I looked just like the amazon goddesses in the Scheels commercials. Then a few aches and pains set in. Luckily, having not had any real time to myself to think for the last month, my mind was racing so fast that it was way too busy to think about how much running sucks.

I expected to run out of breath. I expected my knees to get a little sore. What I didn’t expect was for my heart to hurt.

The day I stopped running, I was easily doing four miles with every confidence I could double it without too much trouble. Just four short months later, my heart has lost its stamina?! I don’t think I’ve ever physically felt my heart hurt before. I can’t imagine a better motivator to stay active. Until I look at my daughter…

Last summer my mom told me she’d been diagnosed with heart disease, the leading cause of death in the nation. Her doctor is treating it with better diet and better exercise – the way we should all be treating our precious lives.

I will run for my daughter. I will run for my son and husband and grandkids. I will run for the treasured time to think. I will run for my weekends snowboarding in the mountains and for the nights I close down the bar with my girlfriends on the dance floor. I will run for my mom and do what I can to encourage her healthy journey.

Here’s to all you mommies struggling to make time for exercise. Only you can make it a priority. Our children work our heart muscles every day of our lives, we need to too. The best thing we can do for our families is to be there, healthy, for a good long time.

I look just like ‘em eh?

Chüs

ND Boy Gunnin for the Border

Remember the line in Swingers when Rob says to Mike:  “Look out the window. It’s sunny every day here. It’s like manifest destiny. Don’t tell me we didn’t make it. We made it! We are here.  You have an agent. You’re in a union!”

On top of LA

The day after I graduated high school, I set out for my first of three consecutive summer excursions to L.A. I’ll never forget what it felt like to see street signs my favorite artists sang about. I hung out on Venice Beach, found my hands matched Marilyn’s cement prints and called friends back home from a payphone on Sunset Boulevard (just to tell them where I was). For this North Dakota teen, just physically being in Hollywood made me half feel like I had made it.

My little brother is living out his manifest destiny Swingers-style these days. Two years ago, after falling in love with the Minneapolis theatre scene, he packed what he could into his car and became a North Dakota boy just a gunnin’ for the Pacific border.

L.A. has been good to him so far. He’s in a union. He’s interning with an agent. He’s had a handful of extra roles. You can search and FIND him on IMDB.com! [youtube http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nNDjUffLyyc?hl=en&fs=1]

We gave him a pretty hard time about his decision to leave the strongest economic growth state in the nation (and the only state with a budget surplus) for one that’s generally described as over-regulated and excessively expensive. His move is against the grain described in a recent article on CNN.com titled The California Dream is fizzling out, which paints a picture of California’s economic and population slumps. Author John D. Sutter put it this way:

“No longer is California the larger-than-life destination where anything’s possible — the pot of gold at the end of our collective path westward.”

On a recent trip to visit Ashly, one of his friends (also from North Dakota and trying to break into the entertainment writing industry) described the LA experience as one that will suck out your soul. He said people aren’t realistic about what Hollywood has to offer. It can take decades to really make it big and during that time you put up with a lot that Midwesterners aren’t used to: exorbitant traffic fines, killer commutes, and a really, really tough job market.

But Ashly still has stars in his California eyes. He’s living comfortably off his 30 hour a week serving/bartending job, a schedule typical to the aspiring entertainment types. In his ample free time, he’s immersing himself in the business of learning to act. He manages his money a lot like North Dakota: ultra conservative but not afraid of a few high stakes gambles. (North Dakota is currently balancing explosive growth of oil fields and other energy resources – Ashly plays the options market.)

He also makes sure to hit the beach for sand volleyball with new friends on a regular basis. He has another arrow in his quiver: he’s North Dakota nice. After landing an extra role on the TV show Bones, he sent a hand-written thank you note to the casting director. She was floored and has been calling him back ever since. He is the epitome of professionalism and treats people with humility and respect, something he claims not to see a lot of in this line of work. These qualities may not be what lands him the breakout role of a lifetime, but they certainly help to keep him employed and living his California dream.

On Set

Special Kind of Sadness | Dawes

these days my friends don’t seem to know me
without my suitcase in my hand
where I am standing still
I seem to disappear
but maybe that’s how I found you
maybe that’s taugh me exactly what I want
maybe meeting you so far away from home
is what makes it all so clear

but you got that special kind of sadness
you got that tragic set of charms [chorus]
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

when people ask me where I come from
to see what that says about man
I only end up giving bad directions
that never lead them there at all
it’s something written in the head lights
is something swimming in my drink
and if I were the moon
it would be exactly where I fall

cause you got that special kind of sadness
you got that tragic set of charms [chorus]
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms

I used to think someone would love me
for places I have been
and the dirt I have been gathering
deep beneath my nails
but now I know what I’ve been missing
and I’m going home to make it mine
and I’ll be battening the hatches and pulling in the sails.

but you got that special kind of sadness
you got that tragic set of charms [chorus] x2
that only comes from time spent in Los Angeles
makes me wanna wrap you in my arms