But Honey and I went shopping in a specialty store together yesterday and came home with bags of sugar crap, including this:
It’s exactly the color of my bedroom until age seven, which permanently put me off to the color pink. It’s Pepto Bismol. It’s darker than cotton candy, but cotton candy flavored, in a cute box, marked half off.
I think that was what did us in. Half Off.
I feel sick to my stomach looking at the batter. I think this was the moment that Mr. Cynic said, “Brought to you by Barbie.”
Of course, he was riffing from my, “Today’s snack selection brought to you by the color dayglo pink!” in my best announcer voice.
And then the frosting.
Neither could he:
The one to enjoy the pinkitude the most had just awakened from nap, and was a little slow to eat them.
I am not telling you how quickly mine disappeared. Nope, I just won’t.
Last week’s storms broke Grandma’s hanging tomato plant. The remaining tomatoes are ripening on our kitchen counter.
I chopped some garlic as I started to scramble the eggs. I gave the swiss chard a few licks with the knife and tossed those in. I took a small tomato from the opposite counter did the same. A little salt and pepper later, and voila!
Garden fresh swiss chard and tomato scramble, from garden to plate.
This is why I love to garden. Everything you grow yourself inspires and tastes better, from plant to table in ten minutes.
I had another over-scheduled weekend to try to squeeze the most important thing to me into – because, really I should have done this about a month ago.
I moved the shadiest garden plot to the sunny side of the yard. a 4×8 plot.
Here is where it was:
I tried, but couldn’t loosen the frame. I couldn’t get it to budge at all. Honey did it by himself with a proper lever system he rigged up. Flipped it right over. I love when he gets all manly.
That’s some good dirt.
Apologies for the awkward angle.
But of course now I am dreaming about bulbs…..