|For the first time in my gardening experience our tomatoes are flowing freely. I'm very ashamed of the dozen or so we didn't even notice before they were too ripe and fell off... One good crop makes you spoiled I guess.|
2015 week twenty-six
Matthew carried our weed whacker strapped to his back while riding his bike to work because he was sick of peoples tall grass and tree limbs whacking him. He rode his weed whacker to work. Who is this person? Careful Lewisville or the Weed Vigilante will come for you.
|The bug with the golden apricot. Later she would tell me to "shoo Mama" when I was in her way in the kitchen. Maybe she was still sore about me taking bites of her apricot.|
We're trying to eat more of the summer's bounty and see if we can only eat meat once or twice a week for at least the rest of the summer. I find the challenge exciting, and sidenote, our first week was magical. Every meal was better than the last. Can you keep a secret? I am loving summer this year and I have never experienced that feeling before. Something about all the fruit and veggies is just really calling my name this year. But back to the story: For our one meat meal this week I made hamburgers from local ground beef (I felt oh-so-fancy). I put the log of ground beef into a bowl and sprinkled some salt, pepper, and chopped shallots onto it. Then I turned around to wash my hands. As I turn back around she has two hands over the raw ground beef log and about a quarter of an inch of the log INTO HER MOUTH! This is not France and I am not equipped to serve you steak tartare, Vera!
Then today, as I was skewering vegetables for family dinner I saw her sneak a piece of raw onion and not only put it into her mouth, but chew it up, swallow it, and politely ask for more. At church an hour later I thought I was going to throw up from her hot breath in my face. I guess she is taking too seriously our admonition that we "Always try one bite of everything."