The miracle of mayo
If you’ve never made your own, you need to. ASAP.
Yesterday, the women of the church I attend held a bazaar and bake sale. I had contributed a dozen bottles of my homemade fermented hot sauce (nearly all of this year’s batch — I held out two bottles for myself). I ended up buying a jar of homemade dill pickles and a tub of homemade peanut brittle, both of them wonderful. I also bought a jigsaw…