I’ve been boticing that stupid auto-correct fails miserably along the dialect fringe. Gen-U-Ine (for you poor souls that don’t know this, I’m uttering the word, according to Webster, “genuine” as how it’s said, “Gen-U-Ine” by some people. Genuine. It’s a word.) ‘Nuff of that. This is a Genuinely Large Tomato. We’re right proud. (Visited
Note the flowers in a shell. Exotic… with a hint of shipwrecked on an island. Mr. Big Food enjoyed Daughter C’s Father’s Day Robinson Crusoe Cocktail immensely. Happy Father’s Day! Wait. Are those lettuce gone to seed flowers? If so, brilliant. There is a certain brilliance of forethought associated with letting things go to seed
The Fifth Doctor Who (Daughter C): An apple a day keeps the… . Oh, never mind. From Kinda (February 1-9, 1982; Peter Davison as “Doctor Who”) Fred Sanford (Mr. Big Food): We could have a little pork and beans now and a little zucchini later. Or a little zucchini now and a little pork and beans
Daughter C found her dress. (Visited 10 times, 1 visits today)
Where Were You Built? (Helen E. Hokinson. E.P. Dutton & Company, Inc., New York. 1948) (Visited 11 times, 1 visits today)
On August 16, 2016 Daughter C and I opened up the back doors of the tailgate trailer. It was quite a sight! About 10 pounds of s*^t in a five pound tin can that gets incredibly hot in the Mississippi afternoon sun. (There’s a roof vent but none of us can figure out how to
I have put Daughter C in charge of Tailgate decorations. She’s thinking ahead to the October 29th homecoming game against Samford. October 29th. Halloween. She does not want to use the deer skull that belongs to Chris as a tailgate decoration because she worries that it would get broken– and it doesn’t belong to us.
I think I mentioned that I have finished the Primer on Greek Literature. The last chapter was on the Decadence. It was depressing. I did go back and read some of the primary literature from the earlier period (e.g., Demosthenes’ On the Crown, 330 B.C.), but I can’t stop thinking of the Decadence (~300-30 B.C.).
I just read a very interesting article about the Classics, and especially the Aeneid. Meanwhile, Mr. Big Food made Chicken & Pastry with some fresh herbs this evening. We had a salad with lots of home grown tomatoes. The Farm flourished in my absence. A testament to Daughter C. Though there is a toilet paper
Look what Daughter C painted for Mr. Big Food and I! Daughter C, Farther Along Farm’s very own Artist-in Residence. (Visited 20 times, 1 visits today)
A response to “The Virtues of Book Ownership“– and essay that really doesn’t speak all that much to virtues as you and I and Aristotle know them– at Acculturated.com Dear Stephanie, I enjoyed your essay, especially the part about letting your daughter skip school to go with you to the mega-book sale. Right on. I thought
I know I’ve really fallen down on the job. It’s not that there’s nothing interesting going on, it’s that there’s a lot of interesting things going on here on the Farm. For example, I bought some new crappy old books today. I chatted with some folks in S’vegas and had some interaction with distant representatives
I was in the kitchen this late afternoon working on the soup. I heard the dogs utter, “Hey! We didn’t expect you until tomorrow!” And I turned around to catch a glimpse of the long haired Hippy Dog. Daughter C! And Gil & Bebe!! I did not expect them until tomorrow. And here they are
Good morning! This was the first thing I saw this morning: $3,000,000 for a four-bedroom house. Three million dollars. Are you people insane? Why, in Starkville, Mississippi you can have a four-bedroom, two-bathroom MANOR for a mere $199,000. Mr. Big Food, Daughter C, Miss M, and I have been in this gracious MANOR many times.
I do not wish to burden you with too much personal information, so suffice it to say that when I can plant lettuce all afternoon garbed in little more than two pairs of socks, long johns, jeans, and a tank top… The real measure of Spring springing is, of course, what’s happening on Mr. Big Food’s grill:
It is not in my head, it is in my hand : Es ist nicht in meinem Kopf, es ist in meiner Hand. That’s according to Babylon. So I was completely wrong, and Daughter C & Miss M were close to being 100% right. [At issue was Mama’s “test” to know when one has put
Daughter C posted this in comments to this post. As she said, you’ll get it at about the 2-minute mark. (Visited 14 times, 1 visits today)
Daughter C asked for some slow cooker recipes. Here are a few links to recipes here on the blog. Unless otherwise noted, all have photos. Note that many of the recipes are migrants from the old blogger host and so look a bit weird (but it’s the recipes that matter). Country Swiss Steak in Slow
Daughter C has degreed it so. Snow. I’ll wash my hair with snow… . ~ ~ Daughter C & Jordo are back in Mississippi at the Farm. I have been relieved of my puppy/dog sitting duties. Tomorrow Gilbert and Bebe, my little angle/terror a cute puppy who harasses the living daylights out of Tiger, will return
Merry Christmas to all y’all on the Shire! (Visited 18 times, 1 visits today)