My prediction:

We’re gonna get some wind and rain.

Long time readers of this blog– Hey Suek!–  know I make fun of the weather prediction folk.

They have outdone themselves with Irma.


I’m not really back

Long, longtime internet friend, SueK asked how we were. Here’s my response:

Yeah. We’re having the rain remnants but nothing more. The coast was harder hit but not in any devastating way, except of course for the Louisiana coast that got pummeled when everyone’s attention was on Houston.

I’m sure you’ve been following along. Lots to comment on, don’t you think? I especially like the furniture store guy.

Yesterday Mississippians remembered Katrina’s landfall in Bay St. Louis.

My reading of the Harvey-crit is that real people actually learned some things from Katrina. As did the state & local folks.

Hahahahaha. Federalism.



The Other Day

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 is distressing.

And on that note, I’m closing things down here.

Life on the Farm goes on! And it’s getting exciting. I talked to Gwen today about mums for the wedding festivities. I pulled up cucumbers. I have recently frozen gallons of tomatoes and I hope we will soon be pickling watermelon rind after we do some watermelon sorbet.

But I’m no longer interested in The Blog.

I had high hopes.

My only worry now is that it’s achieved ’cause there was some fun stuff on The Blog.


“Yes, Missy?”


There’s a moat around the Farm

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 Mama.

And now we’re back on the Farm. After having navigated Atlanta.

Back on the Farm.

With Missy & Rocky and Daughter C and the J man.

There is a figurative moat around the Farm.

Dinner was delicious.

I’m stuffed

Once again, I’m waiting for the lickety split internet …. To deliver some photos.



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 cucumbers and zucchini.

I’m stuffed.


Mind boggling

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 no link at all.

I sure am glad we live out here on the Farm where we eat bologna sandwiches, read books, and don’t depend too terribly much on all of these Electronic Whatnots & Widgets and such.

And now… to take the dogs for a walk.

I did a test.

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.

Crappy Olden Internet #2


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 tell me not to do that. Hard return means insert line. Full stop.

See? I copied and pasted a link to a book– Life’s Little Zucchini Cookbook. And that’s not what I see.

It’s hard picking dill,

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.


Deal with it

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, but in the case of chick pea flour, I get it.

it is also true that potato flour makes a superlative white sauce.

And there are going to be a lot of blackeyed peas to pick & shell.

In reply to Suek

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 good tomato year with a good tomatillo year.