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!
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
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!!!)
Finding out that while some people have popsicles, my place has goatsicles
Taking care of the critters…
Making sure the kittens get spoiled with a regular daily dose of goat milk, fresh from the udder
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.
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.