All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy. All work…
Cal was right, of course: there does need to be more cooking going on around here, but it’s been a bit weird lately.
Before we get into that any deeper, though, let’s talk about this whole gardening thing, and people who think that conditions must be absolutely perfect and everything must be exactly in season before even thinking about beginning. I suppose it is simpler for you if you don’t bother to try. After all, it does entail a lot less work if you just want to sit around and bitch about how you just can’t have good vegetables in the fall, and how expensive it is to buy summer-type vegetables as the weather turns cooler.
Bah, I say. Work at it, just a little. Pay attention to what you’re doing.
10 AM this morning:
10 PM this evening:
There’s something to be said for a little nurturing.
My cousin Stacy and her husband Cueball…I mean, Troy were down for the weekend, having scored some great seats for the Florida-Georgia game today. They left for the festivities this morning after 10, with gametime at 3:30, in order to enjoy the whole experience. When they returned from a glorious Florida victory over our neighbors to the north – and I don’t mean Canada – here’s what was awaiting them (and everyone else who was here, ready to eat).
Someone take the knife away!
Perfectly baked sweet potatoes.
Add some sweet corn, unfrozen from our summer bushel, and you have dinner.
But wait, there’s more! Two kinds of bread: honey oatmeal loaf (for small sandwiches).
And more Italian bread.
Bonus bread porn!
‘Til the season for Halloween parties, too. Aubrey was going to go as a compost ball…
…but settled instead on Helen of Troy.