I don’t really know what else to call it.
Other than…amazingly yummy.
But I can tell you how it came about.
Month: May 2012
Deep Blue
I did a fair amount of cooking on Monday. Not because it was Memorial Day, really, but because I had the day off from work. Work, which is spent primarily preparing and cooking food. It’s a good thing I like to cook. Anyway, there were a few things I needed from the store. I scribbled… Continue reading Deep Blue
Hurler
My little boy on the mound at a recent game.
Alex is home sick today, so I figured I’d write about him….
Three Sisters
I’ve been looking forward to these gardens since early last year when Bill and I started talking about them.
The Three Sisters are part of Native American history, story, and gardens. They are Corn – the eldest who always stands tall and straight, Squash – who covers the ground and protects her other sisters, and Beans – whose intertwining vines weave the three together. The three are inseparable, three parts of a whole, and should always be planted together.
So that’s what we’re doing.
Rescue
This little birdie (I think it’s a song sparrow) was trapped in our garage. Bill managed to catch it and set it free. The bird flew over to our potato barrel for a moment, then soared away.
Messenger Bag
The girl, she is pleased.
Bag Lady
I made four of these tote bags last week, all from the same piece of mesh-like fabric. I don’t remember where the fabric came from. I have a lot of mystery pieces of fabric. I also made a couple of bags from old tee shirts. You can find all sorts of tutorials for making all… Continue reading Bag Lady
Spaghetti Spring Rolls
Yes, really. Spaghetti. Leftover spaghetti with spaghetti sauce. Cheese. A little ground beef.
In egg roll wrappers.
Kind of in the spirit of spaghetti tacos, only deep fried in a wrapper.
Yes. I went there.
But not alone. I had help.
Stupid
It was bound to happen sooner or later. I suppose sooner is better. I suppose. I was rushing. I’d had a tough day, mentally. I felt like I was too slow. Not holding up my end of things. Not pulling my weight. Incompetent. Useless. It just spiraled. I was frustrated and probably overreacting to my… Continue reading Stupid