Happy Birthday mate!
Yesterday was Chris’ birthday, and we were both so chicken-fried that we decided to stay home and celebrate instead of schlepping out to the old house to continue the nightmare known as Operation Peel The Furking Wallpaper The Previous Owners Glued Directly Onto The Sheetrock Dumbfuckers.
For most of the day I had a savory beef stew simmering on the back burner in my orange Le Creuset Dutch Oven that Chris ganked off the floor at the outlet for 60%. I made corn chowder with fresh, organic corn on the cob from the farmers’ market, and a bunch of Spinach Rice Casseroles a la Moosewood Cookbook. Two for a neighbor whose mother died this week, one to eat and one for the freezer. A huge salad. Beer. Friends dropped in to eat and drink and make merry.
Chris wanted Blueberry Lemon Poundcake, so I made one of those as well. All told yesterday I used 27 fresh eggs because we started off the day with a big omelette and bacon. Everything that had egg in it turned the richest gold I’ve ever seen. Nearly orange pound cake!
Yesterday was about the food. We even got to enjoy a few siced Juanne Flammee tomatoes with coarse salt and pepper from our very own garden. And organic roasted red peppers from the market. Mmmm, served with crackers and fresh mozzarella.
Now we’re heading out to deal with that wallpaper.











"All through the long winter, I dream of my garden. On the first day of spring, I dig my fingers deep into the soft earth. I can feel its energy, and my spirits soar."
~Helen Hayes

