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Homemade Mulberry Vinegar

While I’m not new to fermenting, I am new to making fruit vinegars, so I’m pretty excited about this weeks project, homemade Mulberry vinegar.

Each of these quart jars holds 1 c of freshly picked (and rinsed) mulberries, 2 c of filtered water and 1/2 tsp of raw, organic sugar.

The process is simple; just put the fruit in a sanitized one quart mason jar and top with a glass fermenting weight, pushing down slightly to bruise the berries. Add your water and sugar, wipe the rim of the jar clean, place a coffee filter over the opening and hold it in place with a canning ring or rubber band.

Put the jar in a dark cupboard and check it every couple of days.

Skim off any Kahm yeast that develops. This is what mine looked like before I skimmed it off this morning –>

Let the vinegar ferment for 8 weeks, then strain through a clean coffee filter (or several layers of cheesecloth) into a clean bottle and cap it. Let it rest another 4 weeks, then strain again and it’s ready to use.

I’m going to use this, not only as a marinade for things like sliced cucumbers, but as an ingredient in homemade salad dressing, using equal parts of organic olive oil, vinegar and local raw honey.

I hope it tastes as good as it smells.

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Things That Made Me Smile Today

garlic scapessummer squashbeet greens

clematisroma tomatoescelery

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Who would have thought that I would miss white dog hair on my clothes?

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I Have a Stalker

He’s a real snake in the grass.

(That’s a Dad joke if I ever heard one.)

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Guess What I’m Listening to Right Now?

Go ahead, guess.

The furnace; I’m listening to the bloody furnace running.

Because it’s 40° this morning.

W.T.F.

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Go Ahead, Make Your Ears Happy….

April 10th began just like any other day, except it wasn’t. Usually Ruby greeted me at the bedroom door, overjoyed to see me, but this time she didn’t.

It didn’t take long to discover that sometime between 1:30 am, when Mr. K went to bed, and 4 am, when I got up, she had died on the couch in the same spot he had last seen her.

Everybody tells us we should be thankful she died peacefully.

But we didn’t get time for a proper good bye.

She was nine years-old, but because she was white we didn’t see her graying muzzle, so she was forever young in our minds.

And she still partied like a rock star, if only for shorter periods.

She had had a great day on Monday.

We just weren’t prepared.

This is a devastating loss for us. She had such a huge presence, which makes us even more aware of the deafening quiet.

And this next part of the story makes me cry every time I think of it. You can believe it or don”t. I wouldn’t have believed it had I not seen it myself.

DammitDiesel had an odd habit of carrying three pieces of dog food into the living room and laying them on the carpet at Ruby’s feet. Occasionally he’d miscount, but, for the most part, it was three pieces of food, and always on the carpet.

A couple of days after Rubys death we had some errands to run.

When we returned we found exactly three pieces of dog food on the couch, in the spot where she’d last been.

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