I don’t really know what else to call it.
Other than…amazingly yummy.
But I can tell you how it came about.
I don’t really know what else to call it.
Other than…amazingly yummy.
But I can tell you how it came about.
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
My little boy on the mound at a recent game.
Alex is home sick today, so I figured I’d write about him….
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.
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.
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
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.
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