Possession of Excessive Greenery
No, I haven't fallen off the map, I've just been busy doing mostly normal things of doubtful interest to most. Like spending $30 on pickles at the Harvest Fair. Once I saw those Victory's Garden jars, I was like, "How much money is in my wallet RIGHT NOW?" And damn, that thirty dollars just flew right out. Right, now I realize that I can no longer chide people for seeing bad movies at full price, buying a daily grande cappuccino, or other conspicuous consumption, for I have revealed my own horrifying priorities. But in truth, they are the best pickles ever. Just the right combination of crisp, spicy, and sweet.
Other food oddities...I also picked up the cutest baby kiwi berries, which could actually be the world's most convenient fruit. No peeling required. Just pop them into your mouth repeatedly and try to savor each one before salivary overload sets in.
Yesterday the Pioneer Organics folks decided to give me a bunch of kale the size of an adult cat. This is the situation I have always joked about, in regard to home delivery of produce. I have nothing against kale as hardy winter ornament, nor as reusable garnish, but this seemed kind of excessive. Through the course of cooking dinner, however, I learned that a pound of kale will compress to the size of a baseball when the hell is cooked out of it. Perfect for my potato soup. Laurel, (she who has kitchen) says to steam the kale separately else the flavor will be "too strong. Really." So I heeded her sage advice and a delicious soup resulted.
There's so much to do for work, and toiling from home does have its benefits. When I need a little break, I just head into the bedroom and practice the cello. My technique is vastly improving, and I'm aghast at how many Irish jigs I can keep straight in my head. There's Lannigan's Ball, The Irish Washerwoman, Cripple Creek, Swallowtail Jig, and now for something different and Scottish, "Da Full Rigged Ship." This latest song, when played properly, makes one want to walk around with an eyepatch and talk scurvy. When played incorrectly, I fear my downstairs neighbors envision me torturing crows. Awwwwk!
Other food oddities...I also picked up the cutest baby kiwi berries, which could actually be the world's most convenient fruit. No peeling required. Just pop them into your mouth repeatedly and try to savor each one before salivary overload sets in.
Yesterday the Pioneer Organics folks decided to give me a bunch of kale the size of an adult cat. This is the situation I have always joked about, in regard to home delivery of produce. I have nothing against kale as hardy winter ornament, nor as reusable garnish, but this seemed kind of excessive. Through the course of cooking dinner, however, I learned that a pound of kale will compress to the size of a baseball when the hell is cooked out of it. Perfect for my potato soup. Laurel, (she who has kitchen) says to steam the kale separately else the flavor will be "too strong. Really." So I heeded her sage advice and a delicious soup resulted.
There's so much to do for work, and toiling from home does have its benefits. When I need a little break, I just head into the bedroom and practice the cello. My technique is vastly improving, and I'm aghast at how many Irish jigs I can keep straight in my head. There's Lannigan's Ball, The Irish Washerwoman, Cripple Creek, Swallowtail Jig, and now for something different and Scottish, "Da Full Rigged Ship." This latest song, when played properly, makes one want to walk around with an eyepatch and talk scurvy. When played incorrectly, I fear my downstairs neighbors envision me torturing crows. Awwwwk!