• pickled jalapeños

    Cooks always act like quick-pickling veggies is simple (case in point), but I rarely do it myself because 1) it feels like an extra step, and 2) I’m never quite sure of proper ratios and correct method.

    When do you let the veggies ferment at room temp and for how long?
    What’s the vinegar-to-water ratio?
    What kind of vinegar is best?
    How much salt?
    Add sugar?
    Don’t add sugar?
    Hot brine?
    Cold brine?

    It’s the little things like this that tie me up in knots. 

    I still don’t know the answers to most of those questions, and I still feel like I don’t know how to make pickled jalapeños, but  — guess what — I’ve got a jar of them in my fridge. This is progress.

    The first time (this recipe), I used equal parts vinegar and water, and a heck of a lot of sugar. The jalapeños weren’t tangy enough, and they were too sweet and not even that spicy. But even with all those problems, I still managed to single-handedly devour half a batch in one sitting via cheesy tortilla chips. The flaws weren’t that problematic.

    The second time around (maybe this recipe?), I used way more vinegar and dramatically slashed the sugar. The jalapeños were much more to my liking, and they were a lot spicier, too (which makes me wonder: does sugar cut heat?). Even so, I thought the jalapeños tasted underwhelming at first, so I tossed in a little more sugar and salt. Perked them right up, it did. Moral of the story? The recipe isn’t set in stone; adjust the ingredients to suit your tastes. 

    I’m not done learning about pickled jalapeños — this is less a fixed recipe and more a stepping stone so I don’t forget the learning I’ve already acquired. As my methods evolve, I’ll note improvements here. (That said, if you have a killer pickled jalapeño recipe and want to speed up my evolutionary process, please enlighten me. I’d be happy to Darwinian the heck out of these.) 

    One more thing. On the off-chance you’re stymied as to why one might want pickled jalapeños on hand, let me ‘splain. Pickled jalapeños are secret flavor bombs that elevate the shiz out of ordinary food: potato salad, chili, scrambled eggs, tacos, pot roast, quesadillas, subs, bean dip, tuna salad, nachos, etc, etc. Once you have them, you won’t want to be without them.

    Pickled Jalapeños

    8-10 jalapeños, washed
    2-3 cloves garlic, smashed
    1 cup white vinegar
    ½ cup water
    2-3 teaspoons salt
    2-3 teaspoons sugar

    Thinly slice the jalapeños into disks, discarding the stems but leaving the seeds and pith intact. Put the jalapeños and smashed garlic in a jar. 

    Combine the remaining ingredients in a small saucepan, bring to a simmer, and stir to dissolve the sugar and salt. Pour the hot liquid over the vegetables. Screw on the lid and, if you want, flip the jar upside down to make sure the top veggies get good and pickled.

    By the time the brine cools to room temperature, the peppers will have lost their bright green color. Transfer the jar to the fridge where the peppers should last for weeks. 

    This same time, years previous: the quotidian (3.7.22), roasted sweet potato salad, one-pan roasted sausages with vegetables, the quotidian (3.7.16), by the skin of my gritted teeth, wintry days, to market, to market.

  • how do you move?

    The bulk of my days are spent in front of the computer — in front of my computer while at my desk, or on the floor in front of the woodstove, or on the couch. I pop up to cook, start a load of laundry, fix a snack, and check my to-do list, but in a quiet house with no little kids to chase, there’s often no reason to even stand up. So I am diligent about getting regular exercise.

    Here’s how I move. 

    Running
    A couple times a week, I run 3+ miles. It’s not a fast run, but I’m not training for a marathon or trying to best myself. My goal is to get fresh air, feel pain, and breathe hard. If I need to slow to a walk for a minute, that’s okay. I’m still moving. 

    Kickboxing
    Twice a week, I drive to the studio at the edge of town for a 45-minute class. I’ve been doing this for nearly two years, and it’s been the activity that’s changed my body the most. (And by “change,” I mean built noticeable muscle.) Everyone says it’s important for women to commit to regular resistance training as they age, and this is how I’m tackling it. I don’t know how long I’ll do it — it’s definitely my priciest activity — but it’s a huge part of my mental and physical health, so I definitely don’t want to be without it for now.

    (Wouldn’t it be awesome if insurance companies rewarded us for being proactive about our physical health by contributing to exercise costs? I know other countries do this, and it makes so much sense.)

    Playing Ultimate
    Every Sunday afternoon, I play pick-up Ultimate in town. Sometimes I have tons of energy and run myself ragged, and other times my heart’s not really in it. Either way, I usually get in a couple good hours of sprinting, jumping, throwing, flailing, and yelling (friendly) insults. Afterward, my feet hurt.

    Walking
    During Covid I started using walks as a time to hang out with friends, and ever since, Chatty Walks have been a 2-for-1 staple of my weekly exercise routine. At least once a week, I meet up with a girlfriend and we knock out 4 miles, talking a mile a minute all the while, and some weeks I with as many as three friends. Exercise and socialization all packed into a single hour? It’s the best. 

    Bonus: Backward Walking
    Recently, I’ve started walking backwards up the long hill across from our house after I get back from my runs. I got the idea because 1) my dad does it because it uses different muscles and may aid in maintaining balance (it was a fad in Japan), and 2) my older daughter’s physical therapist told her to walk backwards to strengthen the muscles around her knee. I don’t have chronic knee problems, but stronger leg muscles aren’t a bad thing, right? Plus, walking backwards is free, it hurts in a satisfying, productive way (after two up-hill reps, my legs and thighs are jelly), and the view is nice. 

    ***

    While I pummel a bag, or skirt potholes on the dirt road or slowly plod backwards up the hill, I often find myself wondering how other people move. So tell me: do you move? What’s your motivation? What are your chosen activities? What schedules do you keep? Do you enjoy it? Fill me in!

    It’ll give me something to think about next time I’m out moving.

    This same time, years previous: evening will come, chicken birthday cake, red velvet cake, five fun things, how we homeschool: Sarah, berry crostata, the quotidian (3.4.19), we nailed it, classic German gingerbread.

  • the quotidian (2.17.25)

    Quotidian: daily, usual or customary;
    everyday; ordinary; commonplace

    Sourdough cinnamon toast crunch: tasty, but the texture needs work.

    For Sunday School.

    Grilled fatty meat: I never don’t burn it. Tips?

    My coworker made snacks, and now I stock Tajín.

    They pay me to do this.

    Evening schedules are too full? Switch to breakfast.

    They didn’t win.

    This book immobilized him for hours.

    Fluffing the flock.

    Stick love.

    Power outage: waiting for the sun to rise.

    Ear ice.

    For kicks.

    This same time, years previous: in the middle of the night, seven fun things, draft two, the great courses, the quotidian (2.17.20), collar greens, Thursday thoughts, Jonathan’s jerky, in the last 10 monhts, the quotidian (2.17.14), buses, boats, and trucks, oh my (and puke), chicken pot pie, oh my.