When Life Doesn’t Hand You Olives…

Use pickles.



You know, the old-fashioned kind, made out of cucumbers. The moral of the story here is to never run out of olives.



You know, the old-fashioned kind, made in a tin can. They are handy to have around, especially when one is making pizza.



You know, the old-fashioned kind, made with dough and sauce and meat and cheese. And olives.



But the other night I forgot all these important old-fashioned facts and I was well on the way to making pizza when I realized that not one of my cupboards held even one elusive can of olives. I didn’t even have a half-empty can of olives in the refrigerator.



I hemmed and hawwed the way only an incompetent bachelor can and poked around the cupboards and refrigerator to see if I could come up with a substitute. It was obviously not an option to drive 12 miles round trip at the eleventh hour of the day just for a measly can of olives.



But there wasn’t much going in the way of olive substitutes. Finally way in the back corner of the fridge I saw a jar of pickles.



And I thought to my hungry self, “Why not?”



Pickles are good plain.



Pickles are good on tuna fish sandwiches.



They are good in a box, with a fox, on a train, and in the rain.



So I thought they might be good on pizza. In place of olives. It couldn’t hurt to try.



So I did. And you know, that pizza, the old-fashioned kind with the new-fangled topping, actually turned out pretty well.



Early morning in the snow!




Raise your hand if you have a view like this from your front porch



Other than eating pickled pizza, not much has been going on other than snow, ice, more snow, more ice, and a little more snow after that;


Frozen water pipes



Busted water pipes



Trips up to the neighbors to get water for myself and the critters (thankful for good neighbors!)



A quick trip up to British Columbia to visit with my cousin

Me and my cuz up on the mountains above Vancouver, BC



Getting a severe case of cabin fever after being stuck inside watching all the snow



Hauling firewood with the trusty tractor that an older couple from church just up and gave me when they moved into town recently (what a blessing!!!)

My trusty 1962 MF 65. His name is Ferguson



Finding out that while some people have popsicles, my place has goatsicles




Taking care of the critters…

“No, that’s all the grain you’re going to get.”



Making sure the kittens get spoiled with a regular daily dose of goat milk, fresh from the udder

Fred wants his milk!



And using Benjamin to go anywhere, anytime and do whatever I need. Just shows ya what a Chevy can do even at such an advanced age as mine.

Benjamin enjoys the view of Mt. Hood


I’ve also been cutting down trees, cutting up trees, moving junk and cleaning stuff up, getting the other mobile home moved and off the property, cleaning house, and doing different things to alleviate cabin fever.


But that is for another time.




3 thoughts on “When Life Doesn’t Hand You Olives…

  1. Fantastically beautiful pictures! Each one is great! I’ll have to try pickles on my next pizza and see what I think! Hmmm. I don’t know! Soon Fred will be talking! Much love!

  2. I love all of the pictures, and yes, you have a fantastic view from your porch!

    Also, I totally love and miss the look that goats give you when they have finished their grain.

    And finally, the idea of pickles on a pizza is intriguing. I think it would depend on what kind of pickles though. I could see using dill or bread and butter pickles, or even homemade mustard pickles, but not sweet pickles. I guess it depends on which kind of pickles a person likes though! šŸ™‚

    1. Haha yup I don’t think sweet pickles would go too good with pizza, either.

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