Ok, we interrupt this baby channel to talk about another subject: footwear. It's February and yesterday it was almost 70, but I have finally found my winter boots. I really wanted something a lot easier to get on and off but in the end the Maine-y-ness and the waxed canvas won my heart. Just thought you all should know.
Also in the tidbit category: I had yet another popcorn breakthrough a few days ago that I can hardly keep from leafleting about. Crack the lid. Yup. Awhile ago I noticed that our popcorn was chewy if we left it sitting with the lid still on after it was popped. Roll footage of me thinking deeply here. So the next time I made popcorn after a good layer of popped kernels were afoot, I finished the job with the lid cracked. All kinds of steam came out! Steam that would otherwise be de-crunching your popcorn! Then we ate the best bowl of popcorn ever known to us. Try not to fall off your chairs out there, ok?
Right. This made me feel more garden sadness. You know that-there celery is knockout, and if you don't believe that celery can be knockout then we can't be friends.
This, on the other hand, freakin' made my day. I was immediately called to remember a certain photo of me at about age five, wearing nothing but too-big high heels and a long string of pearls. In the middle of a health food store. Not that any of you would need to see the updated version, but seriously.
Our mail has been stolen lately. Mail that we have sent to other people has been getting stolen too. This makes me wave my arms around and wail. So if any of you sent us something awesome and we didn't say anything about it, now you know why. Grr.
The world has discovered B's bagels. Game on, man can crank out a serious spread of these suckers. It's all very exciting, what with roiling pots of malted water and the oven cranked to the limit.
Speaking of my man, he started a bottle of homemade limoncello for me for Valentine's Day. Hello meyer lemons, I love you. I have wanted to do this for years and never gotten around to it. Sometimes I think that's the theme of our marriage: I have wanted to do that for years so let's try it right now together. This place has been a lot about the babs lately but behind/underneath/around all of that is my adoration and appreciation and general could-not-would-not-do-this-without-you-ness that I feel for my husband. Also? He is hilarious.
Ok, I think that's enough for one sitting. As you were.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Monday, February 14, 2011
Happy Monday out there. Busy weekend, wherein the boy reminded us that, really? It's not that fun to keep him up past his bedtime. Got it.
So I sucked it up a few days ago and ordered onion slips. We are heading into the months when I think we will finally really miss our old house, which is to say: our garden. This time last year we were starting flats of seeds, including about six dozen onions that went on to grow like champs (they were a short day long storage type that I cannot find as a slip, grr). I had just about talked B into believing that we should go get all of our seed starting lights and whatnot from the old house but then he actually thought about it and told me I was crazy. Right. Onion slips it is. We have a community garden plot here that is about a fifth of the size of our old garden. Since it's unlikely that we'll be down there seven times a day we've decided to grow three things that do well for us without a lot of attention: onions, butternuts, and basil. We meant to do garlic too but the move slowed us down and then winter decided to go for it so that was that. We're going to try trellising our butternuts this year. I will miss the seed starting the most, I think. My own private call to religion seems to surface every year when those seeds pop up. Like yeah, it's science, but it's mysterious in a way that makes me feel crazy joyful. Also, it usually makes me hop around.
Right then, Willie, where have you been all of my life? I completely skipped Willie. Ben nearly ate his tongue when I told him this and now we're on a real bender. This album is so stinkin' good, and any Emmylou Harris fan should go here immediately. I do love me some Emmylou.
The kid is so badass these days. He is belly crawling all over the place and nothing makes him light up brighter than when you get down on the floor with him and hide around a corner. Seeing those big blues slowly peer around a door frame is so happy making. Tooth number three is in attendance, and number four is right on its heels - kid is gonna have a snaggly gap tooth smile in no time. Also, we played music at a party this weekend (for a 100 year old gal no less!) and the squish just sat right beside us waiving his arms wildly and collecting admirers. I was so proud of him.
My bff gave me this brooch for my birthday, a Cathy Cullis piece. I love her, and by that I mean all the hers aforementioned: my bff, Cathy, and the woman in the brooch.
Happy Monday, and Happy Valentine's Day out there.