Blue Ribbon Pickled Peaches

Blue Ribbon Pickled Peaches

        Blue Ribbon Pickled Peaches Back when I was a youth living on Beach Ave. you could make your way to the east end of Hastings Street where it met the Trans Canada #1 At this junction you could join the line up to thumb a ride into BC’s interior. It was very easy to get around if you new the hitchhiking etiquette back then. I was just 20 years old and was looking for adventure. I had only seen the Okanagan Valley from a window when passing through and wanted to explore the region thoroughly. Its was a balmy July weekend and I made my way into...
Dill Pickled Beets

Dill Pickled Beets

Dill Pickled Beets My Aunt Marie was a founding church member that helped raise money by selling her home preserves. She was one very serious canner. I remember many visits to her house and smelling the delicious cooking aromas that lingered in the air. This next recipes was one of her best offerings and she would produce several batches which were presold each season. I remember as a lad helping her pick, clean and peel several baskets of fruit and vegetables for this purpose. She taught me lots of things about canning that I later found very useful in my career as a...
Bread and Butter Pickles

Bread and Butter Pickles

        Bread and Butter Pickles   Back when I was a young lad I had a paper route and lots of chores to tend too for making some pocket money. One laborious task was helping weed and water my mom’s extensive garden. The water nourishment for sustaining this garden was collected from rain and the winters melting snows which filled a small in ground pond. Before my mom would utilize that source she would haul pails of water from a stream that ran through our back yard property. This was a daily chore I hated the most. To make this task a little...
You Say Pierogi’s, I Say Perogy’s!

You Say Pierogi’s, I Say Perogy...

Authentic Perogy’s A large solid wood table sat in the kitchen with my grandfather’s hand crafted homestead chair’s and well hued benches which could easily sit a dozen people. This vast table was used as the main preparation table that all my aunts and us kids sat at while hand prepping the many perogy’s, cabbage rolls, and other cultural delicacies from early homestead recipes. Christmas season meant lots of company to feed.   My Ukrainian mother and Romanian father had 21 siblings between them and about half of my aunts and uncles families would descend on our...