Woke up to fleas in the kitchen
(that really isn't a kitchen),
mold on my sunflower sprouts,
acne on my face and back,
and all sorts of
worry about Jessica,
worry about the grandgoobers.
And major, major PMS.

( As the day progresses, ... )

I acquired a stash of garlic scapes. After seeing rumorofrain's garlic scape pesto recipe and a similar recipe from the Washington Post, I decided that would be the way I would use my garlic scapes. Have you ever worked with garlic scapes? Have you ever tried to, say, slice them into quarter-inch increments? These things are more unruly than a teenaged ( Read more... )

I was far too eagerly anticipating making a killing off of the Survival Center's leftovers. I did come away with a few new potatoes, a jicama (I think ... does jicama grow in New England?!), a few wilted kale leaves and a tremendous number of green onions. Sadly, the rest seemed truly unsalvageable. I considered hijacking even the unsalvageables ( Read more... )

If LJ, for some reason, decided everyone could only have ten friends on their friends list, I wonder who would be on everyone's friends list. More importantly, would it include me? I think I would be as LJ friendless as I am friendless in real life. I amuse myself a great deal, but I just cannot imagine that I amuse anyone else ( Read more... )