Monday, July 24, 2017

The Flowers and The Flowers and The Flowers

This Field of ours?

It's blooming.

Everywhere you look . . .

. . . something is coming alive.

Little tiny flowers behind giant weeds . . .

. . . delicate and lovely . . .

. . . and big bold blossoms . . .

. . . fierce and bold and lovely.

The zuccini is thriving . . .

. . . even in technicolor.

Oh, wait, we've already seen these . . .

. . . but, I mean, look at them . . . .

It's helpful to have a nature photogrophist on hand . . .

. . .  who also does the watering.

From these guys . . . 

. . . to our old friends . . .  

From Rosie . . . 

To the orchid . . .

Wave hello to Renee and Orion, Orchie!

It has been absolutely amazing around these parts.

And the pièce de résistance?

Just look at the weekend our old friend Cacti Corey has had herself:

Did we give her a spa treatment for all her hard work being awesome?

Oh yes we did.

Was she happy about her pampering?

Oh you better believe it.

Friday, July 21, 2017


I really do love food, as evidenced by my current state of impressive girth. One of the things I like most about food is to eat it,  but I also love all the other parts. Planning, shopping, prepping, cooking, and most of all, sitting down at a pretty table with my people. Savoring it.

I've written about my goal to make less food, and I have done really well toward this goal. Some nights, there is nary a bite left over. We call those clean plate meals.

For example:

chicken tikka masala comes from heaven, and comes together in 15 minutes with Trader Joe's simmer sauce

I love a meal that goes into one bowl
Another family favorite is slow cooker carnitas. We can't clean plate that one without reinforcements. I didn't get a photo of the lovely table, but this is what was left over:

I need to bite it
I could have sworn I had a photo of the summer grill table full of marinated chicken, spicy sausage, corn and salad but I can't find it so you'll have to use your imagination. 

After all of this deliciousness, it came to pass that I found myself with a fridge full of really good leftovers one night, and I was determined to use them. I requested a vote to decide which of the yumminesses would fulfill its destiny on that fine night, but that resulted in a tie that I didn't want to break. I had the time and the inclination, so I made both. 

Please forgive my ridiculously poor and random photographs. 

On the left, frying up some rice with savory veg. On the right, I scrambled eggs with diced green chiles & carnitas
What mess? Check out the towering tupperware

Summer grill surplus was made big bite sized while I added some veggie stock and seasonings to the rice dish

Jambalaya! Machaca!
The jambalaya wasn't that good. I think some things really are better with Zatarain's.

The machaca, though?

Heaven in a flour tortilla.
Once we'd eaten our way through those pesky lefties, I took inspiration from Jane and tried my hand at slow cooked ribs for another clean plate special:

Jane, the crock pot works really, really well but you can really only fit one rack. I finished them on the grill

I just noticed that there are no humans in any of these photos, and that we eat a shit ton of meat. But hey, we run anemic 'round these parts, and it's all grass fed and preservative free* and surrounded by bountiful veggie sides. 

*Except the ribs, they were full of nitrates and woe. 

Monday, July 17, 2017

Scenes From A Summer . . .

We are *in* it, people. We are in the deep depths of July.


It arrives slowly and leaves quickly and around these parts, we make it our business to deeply enjoy every second.

Ocean Beach?

 Oh yes.

Rum and Pineapples?

Why not?

Plus we make it our business to look good drinking them.

(The shadows are my favorite part. Mistah's straw on his face especially)

The full moon last weekend?

Yes, we basked in it . . .

And the firecrackers! Sailfest, baby.

Oooh, look! Drinks!

Yum, drinks.

With our favorite Friday night girl . . .

. . . and this is my forearm.

More best things about deep summer?

The Fleurs.

Thanks, Renee.

And a spectacular visit with the July Birthday Girl.

I think we can all agree that turning 92 makes Aunt Lill fully legit.

And my espectacular Mom?

Bonus visit.

She tried to drive away yesterday morning unobtrusively . . . but there's no such thing as unobtrusive around here . . .

"Bye, Mom!"

"Miss you already!"

So, yeah. That's why we had to drown our sorrows . . .

. . .  thankfully, we had a pineapple on hand. And his friend Ronnie B.

Just utter yum.

But the best part of the deep depths of July?

Harvest Time, baby.

"Why, Mistah! Is that a zucchini you grew? Or etc. etc. etc.?"

And my harvesting?

Bring on the wada.