When you can pull on it gently and it comes off in your hand. If it's really a struggle to get it off the vine, it's got more ripening to do. Is my technique.
This girl at school? She told me that gelatin is made from ground-up cow's feet and that every time you eat Jell-O there's some cow out there limping around without any feet. But I told her that I'm sure the cow is dead before they cut its feet off, right?
Dawn ,'Never Leave Me'
Natter 66: Get Your Kicks.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, pandas, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
-t - Aug 18, 2010 5:27:29 pm PDT #18834 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Spidra Webster - Aug 18, 2010 5:28:49 pm PDT #18835 of 30001
I wish I could just go somewhere to get flensed but none of the whaling ships near me take Medicare.
I just feel 'em up. I want to feel a little give but not too much. Color is also a guide.
ETA: "give" meaning that they should be a bit soft but not too soft.
sarameg - Aug 18, 2010 5:29:06 pm PDT #18836 of 30001
I just need to get to it before the birds. I hung cheesecloth, but am not 100% that'll do it. Wildlife is wily here.
Ginger - Aug 18, 2010 5:33:40 pm PDT #18837 of 30001
"It didn't taste good. It tasted soooo horrible. It tasted like....a vodka martini." - Matilda
I usually go mostly by color. When squirrels and birds are a problem, I sometimes bring them inside when they still have a little green at the top and let them ripen a few more days on the counter.
-t - Aug 18, 2010 5:33:42 pm PDT #18838 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
Yeah, that's tricky. You may want to pick it a little early and let it ripen on your counter.
Steph L. - Aug 18, 2010 5:36:50 pm PDT #18839 of 30001
this mess was yours / now your mess is mine
Oh my god. I thought that, being gluten intolerant, I could never have Skyline again (or, well, I could have just the chili in a bowl, but frankly, what makes it good is having it over spaghetti, or as a cheese coney; it's totally too watery to eat in a bowl).
They have on their menu the option of the chili over a baked potato. OH MY GOD SO GOOD. Seriously. I am so happy.
-t - Aug 18, 2010 5:38:47 pm PDT #18840 of 30001
I am a woman of various inclinations and only some of the time are they to burn everything down in frustration
I am totally failing to decide what to have for dinner. Nothing I have here is appealing, but I don't want to go out and get anything. Bah.
sarameg - Aug 18, 2010 5:39:37 pm PDT #18841 of 30001
I still think you chili is wrong, Steph, but glad you got some.
These are Juliette tomatoes. I'll just see.
Liese S. - Aug 18, 2010 5:44:57 pm PDT #18842 of 30001
"Faded like the lilac, he thought."
Yeah, I go mostly by color. A good robust red.
Got all purple stuff at the farmers market today. Except the rolls. They were brown. And delicious! I always try to buy something I can eat Right Now OMG nom, because otherwise my body complains in anticipation of the veggie nom.
And oh! It turns out there is, in fact, a CSA here, with pickup at the market. I am too late even for the short season, but now I know. They also have a pig share, a quarter (25lbs?) for $200. Is that a lot? It seems like a lot. I`m pretty sure I paid less than that per pound for my half a cow.
Had a nice swim this evening. I did 10 laps of 50 strokes this time. I found my goggles, so I started working on my crawl and breaststroke too. I am seriously bad. But I will get better! It was ok for me to look goofy and pop up spluttering every two strokes, though, because unlike last time, I had the entire lake to myself. Blissful. Now I am tired and my arms are sore. But it is ok because we are chillaxing. Th boy and dog are on the deck. I came in because of the skeeters, because I am freshly showered.
Zenkitty - Aug 18, 2010 5:49:46 pm PDT #18843 of 30001
Every now and then, I think I might actually be a little odd.
I also shouldn't have gone, at least to the memorial service, as I giggled like i was on drugs.
I don't remember now what set us off, but my sister and I giggled like crazy persons for about five minutes during the minister's eulogy at my mom's funeral. We'd been under so much stress, and she and I are both prone to releasing stress with uncontrollable fits of laughter. Better than breaking stuff, I guess! Thankfully it was hot and we both had fans. We hid behind our fans and pretended to be sobbing. Which, with the tears, wasn't hard to do. Mom would have been laughing too. There was one time she and I, when I was a kid, nearly had to leave church because we couldn't stop laughing at something the minister (mis-)said during the sermon.