Disturbing Pickles and the Macro-Mouth shot

die flies!

Mental Pickling

Last night I was pickling 3.5 pounds of jalapenos reflecting that the tingling in my hand was the result of completely ignoring the instructions to wear gloves while processing hot peppers.  The thought that sprang into my head next was this:

I may as well have been holding hot peppers between my bare butt cheeks for all I seem to care about discomfort.

Thanks, brain, for that delightfully whimsical image.

All kinds of weird things are going on in my kitchen.  Wrong things.  Like the pickled green tomatoes I’ve been working on for two days.  Yes, two days.  I’ve never limed anything before and this recipe I started following said that liming the tomatoes is absolutely necessary so I did as I was bade and what resulted was creepy.  I’ll discuss this over at Stitch and Boots, obviously, but I save all my truly inappropriate stuff for Better Than Bullets, so I thought I better get this out of my system here, now.  The last step before pickling is to soak the tomatoes in hot vinegar for six hours.  This morning I lifted the lid and this is what I smelled:

Chalk piss with hint of dill*.

This is not evocative of deliciousness.

Other Unappetizing Things

Onward to another topic I’m dying to broach:  photographs of your child with food all over his/her face.

Disgusting.  I am so tired of seeing pictures of people’s kids on blogs where the kid has tried eating and missed their mouth by a cheek and a chin.  Smeared chocolate may  be sexy to some people, and funny to others, but to me?  It’s just gross.  It is never cute.

Which is why I regret having taken the classic photo of Max on his first birthday eating his first piece of cake.  He’s not a very messy child and used to go into a full panic if a drip of jam managed to escape his sandwiches onto his hand or face and since jam has a tendency to do that it was quickly expunged from his “acceptable foods” list forever.  Anyway, he did manage to get a little chocolate on his face and I did take that picture.  Looking back on it now I am confused about my motives.  Was it to embarrass him later?  Was it to gross out potential girlfriends in his teen years?

One thing’s for sure, it wasn’t because I thought it was adorable.

The Macro-Mouth Photo Nightmare

Mouths in the process of eating do not encourage me to eat.  They also don’t encourage me to get frisky (I keep bringing this up because of all the movie scenes where a guy gets all turned on by a woman “sensually” inserting food into her mouth while looking at him suggestively).  I once saw a picture on a food blog- a macro shot of a mustachioed mouth inserting a cracker into the hairy orifice – that almost made me not eat for days.  Every time I started eating my brain would flash that disturbing macro-mouth photo across my vision and I would have to walk away from the plate.

I recently saw a recipe on a blog prefaced with a gorgeously giant photograph of the blogger’s child “eating” the food presented in the recipe.  I think this was an effort to show how irresistible the food was: so irresistible that a baby will smear it across their head from ear to ear.  That’s clearly some damn good food.

What resulted is that I now will always think of smeared nasty food bits when I see that blogger’s recipes.

This should go in my unsolicited advice column.


We still have a ton of flies.  I talked with a local farmer who has over 50 chickens to find out if he has fly problems and he said this year has been heinous- that it’s the weather and that when the really cold weather comes it will kill off most of them.  I conclude that it’s not just our problem.  Now, if only we’d have a super cold winter with lots of snow and ice!

Not to kill flies, just to please me.

It’s been 58 inside my house most mornings this past week.  I love it!

My Rich Fantasy Life (it isn’t what you think)

As much as I cougerishly admire Robert Pattinson**, he must not be allowed to play the part of Grey Bonneville when a movie is made out of my book.

It is also crucial that Angelina Jolie not be allowed to play ANY part in the movie but especially not the part of Cricket who is not ten feet tall with pillow lips, huge boobs and skinny-ass scary veiny arms and legs.  I just wanted to make that clear right now.

Also: Cricket isn’t a man-eater like Angelina Jolie is.

How long has it been since you’ve heard that expression?  Since the eighties, right?  In that song?  Isn’t there a man-eater song by Hall and Oats or someone equally under-appreciated by me?

A Boring Bit of Business

I am suddenly reminded of a very boring bit of housekeeping I keep meaning to mention: because of the new way I’ve divided up my writing into separate blogs my blogrolls are different than they used to be.  For Better Than Bullets I’m trying to concentrate mostly on writing blogs (blogs by writers) and all my crafting/cooking/homesteading favorites are going to go on Stitch and Boots.  The reason they aren’t there now is because I don’t have a menu bar on that template to take you to the links page…the truth is, Stitch never got completely completed on it’s new template but I am planning to move it to WordPress like my other ones because I like wordpress much better than movable type.  It’s going to be a little while before that move takes place because this isn’t the kind of thing I can do on my own but as soon as I do I’ll have all of my  missing friends linked back up.  I’ve been meaning to tell you that because I don’t want you feeling dissed.  No dissing has occurred.  (Not with regard to blog links at any rate.)

17 Quarts and Counting

Among my other weird pickling adventures this year I have 17 quarts of pickled aphids.  Caviar of the garden!  Picture this: a delicately carved tiny spoon made expressly to scoop tiny mounds of shiny aphid-caviar onto garlic rubbed crostini… perhaps a little creme fraiche would be dotted on the toast as well… green mounds of minuscule garden jewels for people who are bored of eating, who are bored of all food and need a break from their increasingly stressful ennui.

You know those black kinds?  Those would cost twice as much as the green kind.

Aren’t you hungry?

Would you like the mustachioed cracker stuffed macro-mouth image back in your head?

I live to serve.

*The vinegar had been previously infused with the essence of dill heads which, if you must know, was the result of soaking all my dill heads to remove the aphids so as not to repeat the 17 quart canned aphid disaster.  I then strained all the insect and plant detritus from the vinegar to be used for pickling.  Are you scared to eat my pickles now?  The good ones, I mean.  You shouldn’t be.  I’m much more scrupulously clean and insect-free than any commercial canning facility that you readily eat products from.  Yes, they don’t strain out all the insect bits.  Not kidding.

**I’ve got no cougar instincts but I had to say that didn’t I? Today is say-creepy-shit day.


  1. Robin says:

    Well you have now stuck images in my head I had never thought of before..thanks. Really, thanks. The kids ones I don’t mind and have many of the kids and grands…but open mouths and mustachioed ones especially…well lets just leave it at that. I love reading your blogs, as one never knows what may surface from your brain. Makes my day!

  2. Dominqie says:

    Speaking of saying strange things…are you aware it says “outreach church theme” at the bottom of this page? That seemed like an odd thing on your blog!

  3. Amy H says:

    Haha, this is quite an amusing blog 🙂 and now I too have those lovely images stuck in my head 🙂 not that there’s a problem with that, cuz some how it makes me laugh to think about it 🙂

  4. Robin says:

    It would take a lot for you to make me hate you and your words…say like turning my children against me or trying to take my husband! You are safe….
    On another note Angelina Jolie will be busy for a few years with some new movies she is set to star in soon and trying to hang on to her own husband…She would NEVER be right for your book…I see someone much more down to earth and real (can’t give you any examples as I don’t follow much)

  5. angelina says:

    I have been waiting for someone to notice the name of the blog theme I’m using!! Philip kept telling me I should get rid of it- I don’t actually know how to do that but I thought it was really funny. There are days when my blog is like the anti-church-outreach place to be. I think I’ll find out how to get rid of it so I’ll know what to do when it stops amusing me so much.

    Hi Amy- glad you stopped by! You should read the post about the shooting expedition with the Kung Fu school- that’s one of my better ones.

    Robin- I can promise not to turn your children against you or try to steal your husband. I am busy enough with my own. I’m also glad you agree about Angelina Jolie- I can just see someone trying to cast her and make my story more like Lara Croft than Lara Croft. It is a favorite game of mine to imagine which actors and actresses would fit the roles in my completely unfinished and unpublished novel. It keeps me going. Plus it amuses me.

  6. Amy H says:

    What is the name of that blog? I will probably end up reading all of them at some point, but it sounds like it’s worth a read 🙂

  7. Aimee says:

    Okay, while I was not in *total* agreement with your assessment of some women’s vocabularies (I use ‘yummy’ quite regularly, and it has nothing to do with my being a mother! However, you and I have enough admiration and respect for each other at this point to not let yummy tummies et al get between us, yes? I won’t ever ask you to play board games.), I am SO with you on food-covered faces. ICK. Icky, gross, blech. Yuck yuck yuck. Sorry, it is simply not within my power to be grown-up and/or eloquent when I’m wigging out over a sensory issue. Gah.

  8. angelina says:

    The admiration and respect is completely mutual!!! Yeah, you don’t have to agree with anything I say. I still think you’re an amazing woman and I love hearing your own opinions and no “tummies” or “yummies” will ever get in the way of my enjoyment of (and respect for) your own life experience which I indulge in on your blog.

    When our ideas and prejudices meet is a moment for ferocious celebration: food on faces is 100% ICK. Vomitous!

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