The jerk sauce turned out pretty well, if I do say so myself. Hot, tangy, spicy, and sweet - just as it should be. I was surprised, although I shouldn't have been given my choice of ingredients, at how it is more actual sauce than a rub - which is what I am more accustomed to with jerks. That little discovery led to something of a mess with the food processor, but nothing that couldn't be dealt with on the fly (as you will see).

The picture above shows the small number of ingredients: a cup of soy sauce, a cup of lime juice- I used half key lime and half "regular", a teaspoon of both nutmeg and cinnamon, 12 cloves of peeled garlic, six jalapeño peppers (seeded and stemmed), a hunk of ginger (peeled and cut into 1/2 inch pieces - maybe an ounce or two), a cup of molasses, a cup of cider vinegar, and a mess of scallions - I used about 12 - trimmed of roots, but using all the white and green parts.

Place all of your non-liquid ingredients into a food processor and blend until it's a moist mass - maybe six pulses. Place into a large sauce pan and add all of the liquid ingredients. (Here was where I made my big mistake - I also put the soy sauce and lime juice into the food processor. It was just too much liquid for the processor to contain and I had a few leaks that were easy enough cleaned up but caused some distress every time I pulsed and, as a result, I maybe didn't grind it all up enough.)

Bring everything to a boil and keep at a medium rolling boil for about 10 minutes, stirring frequently. Then remove from heat and pack hot into hot, sterilized half pint jars. Wipe the rims with a hot cloth, seal with hot sterilized two part lids and process in a boiling water bath for 20 minutes. When the processing is complete, remove from the water and allow to cool on a cooling rack or tea towel for a day or so. Check for seals (hopefully, you'll have heard the telltale "pings" of a job well done) before storing. Any jars that didn't seal may be opened, emptied, resterilized and refilled with hot sauce before resealing and processing.

That's it. As usual, the longest part of the whole enterprise is waiting for the water bath to boil. If you're more clever than I (not a far jump, I promise you) you'll have started the water boiling well before you started gathering your ingredients.

Now you have about about 3 pints of jerk sauce ready for marinating, rubbing, brushing and generally flavoring all kinds of meats, poultries and fish. Since I've got a roaster thawing in the fridge I think my first order will be to use my bit of leftover (i.e., not enough to process) sauce as a basting liquid for tomorrow night's dinner.

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Can someone please explain to me the need that some people have to inquire after the nitty-gritty details of one's delivery of a child? Any woman who has been noticeably pregnant has been through the "community property" phenomenon, wherein one's every move and condition seems to welcome comment from the public at large. I, for example, was subjected to censure and angry stares after being "caught" tasting my husband's wine during dinner at one of Philadelphia's most expensive restaurants. You would think that someone paying so much for dinner would pay attention to the food and not fellow diners, but there you are. This woman was angry with me for that sip of wine.


Anyway, I digress. Until recently I have never experienced the phenomenon's post-partum equivilent. In the last three or four days total stranger have asked very intimate questions about delivering the Little Diva. I don't remember it happening after the Boy Wonder was born, but maybe I've just blocked it out.


Yesterday while standing in line at the drugstore (which messed up our scrip, but the way) I became aware of a women behind me cooing and making googly noises at the babe. I turned to say hello and she asked me the usual opener:


Strange Lady: Cute baby. How old?


Me: Thanks. She's four months.


Strange Lady: Awwww...where was she born.


Me: Just down the road at the commmunity hospital.


Strange Lady: And everything went well?


Me: Yes, she's very healthy, thanks.


Strange Lady: Did you need stitches?


Me: Gulp.


I tried to trot out Miss Manner's "Why do you ask?" response, which usually distracts the questioner so that they do not immediately realize they are not going to get an answer but I completely stumbled and ended up mumbling something about having a very good doctor.


At the hardware store on Saturday another woman wanted to know how long I had to push. (My husband was with me and he couldn't believe that one.) Not long ago I found myself discussing - again, WITH A TOTAL STRANGER - my decision not to have an epidural and whether or not this made me a competitive individual.


Part of me wants to cut these people some slack, realizing that giving birth is truly a transcendant experience - no matter what happens, you aren't the same after as you were before and it's natural to want to talk, talk, talk about it. And I don't believe that women should be silent about birth or how it changes you. These things should be discusess openly and honestly, with as much love and care as possible.


(Are you sensing a "but"?)


But. No matter how you, parden the expression, slice it, childbirth is an intimate process and should be open only to the woman and those whom she has expressly invited to share it with her. So if you want a cast of thousands in the room with you and then take out a full page ad in the local paper with your birth story, great (well, not really, because I don't want to hear about it, but you know what I mean). If you want just yourself, a partner and a care provider (or perhaps not even these), fine.


If you're not among these persons holding a backstage pass, do try to limit your line of questioning. A simple, "You're looking well" will usually suffice.

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I was cleaning out the canning cupboard the other day and thought to take this picture. I didn't think, however, to write down what this all is, but I see some mango and strawberry jams, carrot pickles, chocolate sauce, pink grapefuit marmalade, cranberry chutney, dilly beans and maybe some key lime chutney. I also keep things like preserved lemons, applesauce, peaches and both pureed and diced tomatoes (although I'm currently out of all my tomato products). In the past I've made marinated mushrooms, which I'd like to make again, and am planning to start making ketchups.

This weekend I was planning to put in another supply of pickled carrots and make a first pass at jerk sauce. Instead, both the Little Diva and I got a bad case of the yucks. Neither of us has eaten much over the last couple days. This morning I graduated to toast and she's now nursing for just a minute or two at a time. Other than these little steps, food has not been popular around here.

So instead of talking about canning I want to tell you about our tent. You may not be surprised to hear that I'm not much of a camper. We live in the country and that's more or less enough for me. My husband and the Boy Wonder, however, are itching to pack up a tent and head off to the nearest park for some communing with even more nature (as long as said nature includes a playground, pool, showers and movie night, of course).

So after an exhaustive month of price and feature comparison we bought a tent. Specifically, we bought a $60 tent that's large enough for all of us and had a brand name that even I recognized. So I figured it would be serviceable and it would not be necessary to spend the hundreds of dollars that it's apparently possible to spend on tents (much better to spend that money on shoes, in my opinion).

Anyway, on Saturday afternoon the tent went up in the backyard and plans were made for the men in the family to sleep outside. Around 9 p.m. they went out armed with a flashlight and a bedtime book. Sometime around 4 a.m. it started to rain.

Turns out that the $60 tent leaks. A lot.

It's supposed to be leak proof. Or waterproof. Or whatever it is they say about tents that means you won't get wet when you sleep in one. So my husband says the tent is going back. I asked how much he thought a non-leaking tent might cost. "Don't know," he replied, "Maybe a hundred, hundred-fifty. Possibly more."

There is no way I'm going through the whole tent buying process again. We can buy a lot of seam sealer for the forty to ninety dollar difference between the tent we have in hand and some mythical leak-proof tent.

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