Dear Sunday Letter friends,
This is the Sunday Letter that almost wasn’t. Last night when I should have been writing, I got wrapped up watching Earth vs. the Flying Saucers on MeTV. How I waited my whole life so far to see this 1950s black-and-white cult classic, I have no earthly idea. It had everything a good ole’ piece of sci-fi should have, including mind control and impenetrable force fields.
When I was a kid, there were several worries that swirled around in my mind. These troublesome things threatened my existence as a farm girl, a student, a kid trying to make it from the Monday morning bus ride to Friday afternoon’s episode of Gilligan’s Island. Aliens were one of those concerns, along with quicksand and the Bermuda Triangle and Bigfoot and getting the breath knocked out of me in Dodgeball and The Rapture that would happen like a thief in the night leaving ME the only person left on the planet.
But now here we are, together on another Sunday morning (or whenever you read this). None of my fears came to fruition (so far), and I bet you’re jealous over my wild Saturday night.
Confession: I just wrapped up a poor, poor pitiful me week. Mostly I’ve been a little under the weather. My semi-sickliness + slow-to-melt ice and snow = a severe case of cabin fever.
Forgive me as I whine for just a moment—I have been cold for days. This girl who always loves snow and wintertime has suddenly decided she can barely function within it.
See? Winter has taken control of my mind…
This past week, effort has been hard. Effort to do anything.
I’m taking my woolen hat off to those who survive in climates with honest-to-goodness winters. Even our fleeting frigid season has me longing for spring and counting down the days.
56 days in case you are wondering—the same as June 1 to July 26.
Funny to me how the short dark cold days of winter seem to pass way more slowly than the warm days of summer when scorching yellow sunlight burns from sunrise to sunset.
On New Year’s Eve, our friend served Famous Dave’s Devil’s Spit Pickle Chips. As you might guess from the name, they were pretty dang spicy. And since my husband likes his food to burn his insides from tongue to toes, HE LOVED them.
We took the bottle home with us.
After he polished off the jar, I wanted to use the pickle juice for something because it seemed a waste to pour all that sweet heat down the drain. So I chopped up half a small head of cabbage, stuffed it into the jar, gave the jar a shake, and let the magic marinade in the fridge.
Voila! Spicy cabbage! It’s perfect as a condiment for hot dogs, street tacos, or pulled pork. Actually, pickled cabbage makes a tasty side dish for most any meat.
If you don’t like cabbage, try cucumbers, onion slices, carrots, boiled eggs, peppers,—whatever you think might be good with a vinegary flavor. The main takeaway here—don’t throw away that pickle juice.
And if you love hot pickles, give Famous Dave’s a try. This isn’t a sponsored post, just a suggestion for pickle-lovers who like to breathe fire. Dave also makes a mild version which I will be trying because I don’t like to sweat when I eat.
Receiving happy mail was a bright spot for me last week. According to Baker Seeds, these dwarf Orange Hat Tomatoes grow well in containers.
I bought enough to share.
Question: Do you grow tomatoes? If so, do you start them inside or wait and sow the seeds after the last frost?
If you start them inside, is there a particular heat mat and grow light you recommend? I’m gathering all the tips.
(Click HERE for a great frost date map.)
Things Momma Says:
Let me tell y’all something—you’ve not watched NFL playoff games until you’ve watched them with Momma. Here are two quotes to consider as you watch this afternoon’s Rams/Buccaneer game.
If you think about it, Tom Brady doesn’t have to do all that much.
Tom Brady eats all day long—sorta like me—only he eats healthy stuff.
Here’s hoping for a brilliant, healthy week ahead for all of us.
Those eggs at the top of the post? I made bacon and eggs for breakfast yesterday. Looking back, I think those eggs helped turned my week around. This morning I’m feeling much better.
Now I’ll shut up.
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.