One Afternoon in Connecticut

[greygirlbeast]

I had every intention of spending all day yesterday in this chair, at this desk, writing. But, that's not what happened. Spooky noted that I'd not left the house since last Tuesday, September 29. I'm getting bad like that again, and I don't want to get bad like that again. So...I forced myself to get dressed (and it really was an act of some

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[txtriffidranch]

Speaking of Readercon, that reminds me: I can't remember if you told me in the past whether you prefer or disdain spicy foods. I'm asking because if I'm able to get out there, I may have a surprise for you.

[greygirlbeast]

Speaking of Readercon, that reminds me: I can't remember if you told me in the past whether you prefer or disdain spicy foods. I'm asking because if I'm able to get out there, I may have a surprise for you.

Prefer, which extreme prejudice.

[txtriffidranch]

Good to know. If I'm able to get out there, and it's all going to be dependent upon what happens over the next six months, I'm hoping to bring a jar or two of goth salsa. It all depends upon whether or not I can get a particular soft-neck garlic that's only grown in Louisiana these days.

[greygirlbeast]

I'm hoping to bring a jar or two of goth salsa.

Goth salsa? Dare I even ask?

[txtriffidranch]

It's black-purple salsa. Cherokee Purple tomatoes, Cuban Black garlic, red onions, and Black Pearl peppers. The latter are going to be a real surprise, seeing as how that cultivar didn't exist five years ago, and nobody's really sure how to use them other than as an ornamental plant. (In the pepper trade, "ornamental" is a handy signpost that means "hot enough to peel the enamel off your teeth in big floppy strips," and that's just the way I like them.)

[greygirlbeast]

Yow. It sounds marvelous.