Food and dirty dishes.
Cooking, eating, growing my own herbs these passions collide into a beautiful thing.
When there is a dishwasher in the house.
Chicken with basil cream sauce
We have been without a dishwasher for almost a year. It was broken beyond repair, and the funds weren’t there to replace it and or there were other financial priorities. Truly, I tried all kinds of things to make hand washing dishes a more enjoyable experience, but I just wasn’t into it. A shiny new dishwasher arrived last week, and in the Department of irony – a few days later the faucet at the kitchen sink broke. Continue reading
I eat too many potatoes, that is why my rear end is the size of Texas. Yesterday while I was in the grocery store the clouds parted, a stream of brilliant light shone down and angels began to sing. There – right there – in front of me was a bin of colossal football sized potatoes, stocked full with a large sign advertising the enormity of such potato bliss. Oh my goodness, I had gone to potato heaven. I stood there just staring, apparently losing all sense of time and place as I finally snapped to it when I heard a woman say in a frustrated voice “EXCUSE ME – You’re blocking the potatoes.”
Seriously, I wanted to fill my cart with said colossal football potatoes and make a u-turn straight to the butter isle.
I did not, however. Continue reading
Here at Red Dirt Farm, Magnolia blooms and sweet honeysuckle are perfuming the humid air. Fireflies are lighting the night skies. It is as one expects it to be this time of year. Although, the Magnolia blooms aren’t as heavy as normal, perhaps because of a late frost. Once again, our routine, which is never a completely normal routine has been turned on its side by the arrival of an unexpected little package. Continue reading