Daughter C and I were chatting about WestWorld as we headed to town to talk with Tammy about helping with the wedding decorations. We both agreed that the Bad Guy Character is awesome. And I said– and C agreed– that I had some sympathy with Bernard. Tonight we learned that Bernard is not human. This
figuratively speaking. We’ve just returned from a truck ride to Bardstown, Kentucky, Canaan Valley, West Virginia, Morgantown, WVa., Rileyville & Luray, Va. The Low Water Bridge over the south fork of the Shenandoah is gone. Greensboro, NC to see little ‘Phen and Miss M. And Mama Mama, Picked up some things for the reception from
Ahh. Thanks to Kat & Marg, I know where I am wrt Dailey, WVa. It’s lightninging out there!
Once again, I’m waiting for the lickety split internet …. To deliver some photos. Meanwhile… Tonight’s supper was stupidly good. That’s an egg mould. With a salad in the middle made with grilled chicken (grilled as Mr. Big Food was grilling burgers yesterday)… Those are plums stuffed with humus. And some marinaded tomatoes and
In that (look up) and the two post that follow there was to have been a link to a cookbook at the World’s Largest Store. Last evening, the link was just a box of in your face FlAsHiNG marque-esque “Amazon”– not the link to the cookbook. This morning, though the code is still there, there’s
I wanted to post a link to a cookbook. That’s all I wanted to do. And so, that’s it for me. I’m done with it. See ya.
AND MORE PHOTOS MAGICALLY APPEAR HOURS LATER! The main dish was Basil Chicken over rice, from Life’s Little Zucchini Cookbook. And as I said, the internet and computers aren’t what they used to be. I have just crashed my browser four times by hitting a hard return. And no. I do not want you to
The photos I emailed from my phone to my computer last evening showed up this morning. The internet isn’t what it used to be– nor are electronic devices. Used to be I could just bluetooth a batch of photos from my phone to my laptop. That was back in the crappy olden days. New phones,
navigating through the black swallowtail butterfly eggs. [and once again I am waiting for photos that… … … to appear. I hate the Internet.] It’s like living in the Dark Ages. I have multiple photographs of tonight’s dinner– dill, sans butterfly seeds– and I can’t make it happen. 🙁
Today was the first anniversary of ‘Phen’s birth. Cute little fella who’s bound to become … who ever he wants to be.
I am thrilled that Caroline and Jordan are growing things. That’s Western Civ. 101. Grow things to eat. I used chick pea flour the other day. Before the other day, I did not know that there was such a thing a chick pea flour. I like to make fun of people who like specialty flours,
Four beans from inside a calypso bean pod brought to the Farm thanks to Kat [Christmas present]. I don’t know these beans– the “yin & yang” bean. I don’t know when they’re ready to pick and eat, much less know if they will lend themselves to freezing (and I think they will). So I picked
First time for me, too. Tomatillos have been volunteering out here since the first time I purposefully planted them and we’ve always gotten a couple of good bowls of salsa out of them. This year’s crop was prolific in terms of quantity, but defective in quality. That’s sad because it’s always fun to pair a
About the … current state of affairs? I find it disheartening that the squiggly red line police do not allow me to mispell wordz.
are infested with stink bugs. Obladee Life goes on.
that I haven’t … . That I’ve let the blog slide and it’s no time more evident than on Independence Day– a day that means something. But I have zucchini fritters made with chick pea flour, and fresh zucchini, and all of the spices– the spices, hot just the herbs– are from the garden. #IndependenceDay
Was it an experiment designed to test a hypothesis, or one to identify underlying variables? I think the former. It was inevitable. You could see it coming from the western frontier.
Insert some history. Search: Independence Day
We here on the Farm are like swimming in fresh vegetables. :-}