Canning in Canning

How can it be October already?
Not so much blogging going on right now because autumn is one of those insanely busy times. Who knew?
After Earl blew through, our summer evaporated into fall overnight, and my activities were based around figuring out what to do with all the food in the garden and at the farmers markets. I attempted to make crab apple jelly, from some free crab apples I picked off a tree at work. It didn't gel. I have never done jelly before because it is so much bother to drip it through a cheese cloth and who has a cheese cloth anyway? I used an old pillowcase. After I bottled it up and realized it wasn't going to set, I read the directions more closely and figured it must be because I did everything wrong. Boiled it too slowly, made a double (actually triple) batch, didn't stir much, used too large bottles. Now I have bottles of crab apple syrup in the pantry. Will it gel if I try again and add commercial pectin?
On to the next adventure: Salsa.
This is something I do every year because I like salsa but I hate the stuff you buy in the grocery store. To me it tastes like they add liquid smoke to it. For years I would run out in April and have to make due or swear off Mexican food until August. Now I have it down to a science, and I know if I can make a bottle for every month we will probably be ok. As usual, I attempted to grow everything I needed in the garden this year, and as usual, I didn't succeed. The garlic was great, the onions are still too small, the tomatoes suffered from the cooler weather and many split on the vine, I got two hot peppers off my hot pepper plants (all four of them) and they weren't hot, the green peppers I gave up on after the squirrels ate my seedlings in May. So once again I bought everything at a local farmers market (except the cilantro, which farmers in Nova Scotia apparently don't grow because I went to 4 farm markets looking for it and ended up at the Stuperstore for some grown in Mexico, no doubt.
Study Boy re-emerged the last few months, and he travelled to Newfoundland to present his research proposal for approval in September. He got approval, with some added suggestions from the peanut gallery which he is madly working into it so it can go to ethics approval and he can start some research. He's also teaching this term, so suddenly life chores like groceries get a little more difficult.
While he was away, I had some house guests. A very good school friend of mine (like I'm talking Elementary school here) and her family came for a short visit because they had a wedding to attend. It was unfortunately cold and wet that weekend, so we just hung out and it was really nice to have them here. They are all great friends and it is nice to see how much they love each other. The girls tried their hands at making pots one afternoon.
Kaleigh's is the taller slightly wonky one, she is 11. Kennedy who is 15, made the short fat one. She pointed out it was just like one of the family. They are both excellent attempts for first bowls, and my other local potter friend have all been impressed. I promised to have them glazed for Thanksgiving weekend when I went home to Parrsboro. They picked the colours and they are in the kiln now as I type. I hope they like the results.
Fall is also the time to stack winter wood, and ours was delivered and stacked one weekend. It felt so good to have that chore all done. We only ordered two cords, because we have most of two cords left from our last order and we think that will be all we burn this year. At this rate we will always be burning two year old wood.
Then the weather changed again last week and all of a sudden it was summer again. Yay from me, but everyone seems grumpy about this. It was even warm at night, I think we were getting the tropical winds blowing up from the south. The rain storms that caused flooding in the States seemed to be pushing their air up here. I convinced the pool boy to get the heater running again, and by Thursday our pool water was up to 22 degrees again. On Friday Oct 1 the water was 24 degrees. Yesterday started out warm, but we had a rain storm and that cleared the air and the temps started dropping, we went for a swim anyway. The water was still 24 with the help of the furnace, it was actually warmer than the air temperature so it felt really nice. This picture was our second attempt, the first had Peter trying to race the camera timer down the ladder, so for this one he did a barrel roll over the side and popped up wet into view just as the camera went click. Today it was cooler, and as the over night temps were only 6 degrees, we knew it was our last hurrah. You can see the arctic smoke on the water this morning and the trees changing colour lit up by the morning sun. After the swim we drained the pool and hopefully this week of cool sun will dry it enough to roll up and put in the barn for winter.
I still hope for days warm and dry enough to ride the new bike to work. I've decided to name him Bahn, Otto Bahn.
Fall is also the time of craft fair madness, and I signed up for three this year. The first is Oct 23 so I've been trying to get some new pieces finished for that. I don't expect sales to be stellar, but I'm going to each of these fairs hoping to learn what best sells and what prices people will pay. I've been making bowls and mugs and butter dishes, and have come to the conclusion that mugs are terribly finicky and my best bet is probably larger bowls and casseroles and pitchers. I'm getting ever so business like and have ordered shopping bags and asked an artist friend to design me a logo. I won't have any fancy display, but it will build as I go along I think.

Chapter and Prose

Lots to talk about, so longish post. Here goes with titles so those of you skiving at work can skim.

Pottery

Last weekend my friend Natalie came over for a pottery session. Natalie is a pinch potter that I met in Newfoundland at the Craft Council Studio. She is spending the next year going back to school to get an M.Ed, and so she is going to get her clay fix with me. The bonus to having her here is that she motivates me to do things too. So while she continued working on a pinch pot that she started the week before, I actually made some butter dishes and got the studio a little more organized. Here is a lovely little pinch pot she made in a mere 6 or 8 hours. And I thought coiling was slow.


Studio Upgrade

My tiny studio is feeling a little small lately. The first week Nat came, we potted outside on the patio until it got dark, but this week it got dark just that little earlier. With Natalie being here, and my friend Susann occasionally too, and Colleen across the street waiting to fire some things I was getting short on shelf space. So carpenter man built me some cubby holes into a space that will eventually be a window when the studio is eventually a sun porch. If the spaces seem small understand that each shelf is removable to make a taller space as needed, and each shelf is just the right size to double as a bat on my wheel. Clever.

Bye Bye Binky

We have decided that we are not motorcycle tinkerers. Both our motorcycles are 30 years old and need constant tinkering to run well (or at all) I like riding a bike, not repairing one, and between gardening and swimming and PhD ing they just doesn't get the tinkering time they really need. Therefore we have listed both our motorcycles on KIJIJI to sell this fall with the plan that we will buy one newer more reliable and less problematic (hopefully) motorcycle to share between us. It is sad to see Binky go, he was a good first bike, I think a person becomes attached to these things like their first car or teddy bear. Peter is not so find of the Cherry Red Virago, but it has always been a problem child.

R-U-N-N-O-F-T

While I am left alone to reply to motorcycle inquiries, Study Boy has flown to Ottawa for a Canadian Association of University Teachers Conference until Friday. In my head I pictured getting lots of stuff done while he was away, but tonight is my first day without him and I am realizing just how much stuff he does that I now have to do by myself. Like walking the dog, feeding the dog, shocking the pool, making dinner and watering the greenhouse. So much for getting other stuff done, it is now 23 minutes past my bedtime and I still have to put gas in my bike for tomorrow and water the greenhouse.

Speaking of Water

The long wait is nearly over, last week we signed up to get the new municipal water service coming through our community. We still haven't booked a contractor to dig the hole and lay the pipe to the house, but we are at least started. We have until December to hook up, but hopefully we can get to it sooner than that. Knowing that we dug a trench last February though, I'm not holding my breath or anything. The county has organized a loan to people wishing to sign up because the cost of installing the line and service is $6000 for each homeowner, but this means you will get an $850 bill every year for the next 10 years. We have great water but we are at the mercy of power outages so we decided to do it now rather than later when the cost would be even more after December. I met one man who said his water was good too, but all his neighbours' wells had gone bad from seawater infiltration and he figured that his will eventually go too. Two years ago they tested all wells and found that 25% were unacceptable because of seawater or farm contamination. Water security is a big issue, so I think we are being prudent in spending this kind of cash.

Robbery in the Park

Sad news. Yesterday while I was working in Waterfront Park I was robbed. Truly. I left the park to get a rake from my truck, I was gone only three minutes but when I came back my tool belt was gone. Admittedly, I left it on the grass, because it didn't occur to me that anyone would want to take it. My tool belt has very sentimental value to me, my Sweetie made it for me in 1995 for my birthday in Vancouver when I was still a sound technician. Over the years it was adapted to be a gardener's tool belt. Off came the flashlight and pliers holders and on went the pruners and digging knife. Most of the tools were issued at work, but the belt and the original gak bag were mine. So was the Gerber multi tool, another Sweetie birthday present, from about 1998 I think. I looked everywhere for it, including the garbage cans and the mud flat bottom of the harbour but it is gone. The Mounties don't expect it to turn up, but I spent a half hour today with a nice constable who took my formal statement for the file.

Catching Up

Seems like the end of summer is coming whether we want it to or not. Everybody has been commenting on the shorter evenings and later mornings.

This morning the temperature said 3 degrees Celsius when I was getting dressed to ride the bike to work. I had to dig out the wind breaker pants, and as always, I wondered just what 3 degrees with a 80km/h wind actually makes the wind chill. I think the non technical answer is Brrrr. But now I need wonder no more, because this is a website that can calculate that. The technical answer is -14.7 degrees, way colder than I thought!

Tonight there is a large frost warning for most of the province. So I was out tonight covering the tomatoes and basil with bedsheets just in case. One can never have too many bedsheets. These ones came from Frenchies (my favourite store) and they are used as drop sheets when we do messy work in the house, and have also taken the place of walls when visitors need privacy for stuff like showering and peeing. (Oh those crazy visitors!) Tonight bedsheets are frost protection.
Before I covered everything I picked what was ripe. I never seem to remember that I don't need that many tomato plants. This year I thought I did well to keep it to a mere 10, or 2 each of 5 varieties. But as you can see, even just two, is too many for the cherry types. I remember one year in Vancouver I resorted to making green chow with cherry tomatoes, I may need to do this again.

Last Monday I went to the city to see a play at the Fringe Fest. It was called Audacious Babe and Glow Girl and it was written and performed by a friend and student in Acadia's Theatre programme. I thought it was awesome. That is my completely unbiased opinion. The theatre review in today's Chronically Horrid wasn't as positive as my completely unbiased opinion, but happily they didn't post it on the website so you don't have to read that trash.




For those of you wondering what the O.O. is up to, he is still chained to the computer trying to get his research proposal ready to send to his advisers, and consequently is still not allowed to have any fun at all until he finishes his homework. On a positive side, Atticus has decided to help.

And Finally, a long while back I mentioned to a potter friend that I follow a number of Pottery Blogs as a poor substitute for the feedback and ideas you get from being part of a community studio. She asked that I list them on my blog, so here they are added to the left pane. Each of these also have more potter's blogs listed on their site so I can pretty much get lost in virtual clay all evening.

Back to School

Yes. It's that most wonderful time of year again. Yesterday was the first day of classes for my Little student. I wish I had a picture of him in his new sneakers and with his new brightly coloured backpack on heading out the door with his lunch. But knowing how I would make fun of him he refused to pose.
Yesterday's class was cryptically called Graduate Seminar. When I asked him what it was about he said that it was to teach them how to think.
Thinking 101. Got it.
Tomorrow he has a class called Methods. I dubbed this Doing 101. He says it is more like How To, but I think that sounds like a workshop at Home Despot.
Today's class is Theory. It seems a bit of a rip off to make you pay for a class that hasn't been proven yet. On the up side it makes passing in papers easier. "Honestly sir, theoretically it should be right there on the pile..."
Perhaps that's why they call it Piled Higher and Deeper.