Fresh
This morning, I hung the lovely wind chimes that Mai gave me.
Did I mention that it's made from coconut? And that the reason Mai got me this one was to celebrate that I was born in the year of the horse? Along with my chimes, La Cyn had me hang her little Japanese bell outside as well, and now we've got a very sweetly chiming garden.
Three days of rain did a good job for my new geranium.
Oh dog, I'm turning into my grandmother. Next thing you know, I'll be making you endure slide shows of fireworks and sunsets.
But the best thing I found in my garden this morning was this:
It's my first tomato! EEEEE!
So. The plants. Not dead yet.
All this freshness in the garden made me crave something equally fresh and green for dinner. There are some things about both Seattle and Saigon that I really miss. Aside from my peoples in the those two places that is.
One is fresh seafood. In Seattle, it'd be the fresh salmon and mussels. In Saigon, fresh prawns of all sizes. Since I can't have either here (only Atlantic salmon, and frozen mussels and prawns)... I just have to make do. And I did.
I spent an hour and a half peeling and de-veining these.
Fresh mozzarella and the raspberry vinaigrette La Cyn bought last week.
All tossed together with fresh mixed greens, grape tomatoes, and pomegranate olive oil.
AND! La Cyn fixed that stupid dimmer switch we had on the kitchen lights. Yeah, a dimmer switch in the kitchen, wtf? It never worked properly and would flicker in and out all the time. So last night, she took it apart and today put in a proper flippy switch and we again have lights in the kitchen!
I killed a thousand-legger.
We've returned to our previous distribution of labor.
Did I mention that it's made from coconut? And that the reason Mai got me this one was to celebrate that I was born in the year of the horse? Along with my chimes, La Cyn had me hang her little Japanese bell outside as well, and now we've got a very sweetly chiming garden.
Three days of rain did a good job for my new geranium.
Oh dog, I'm turning into my grandmother. Next thing you know, I'll be making you endure slide shows of fireworks and sunsets.
But the best thing I found in my garden this morning was this:
It's my first tomato! EEEEE!
So. The plants. Not dead yet.
All this freshness in the garden made me crave something equally fresh and green for dinner. There are some things about both Seattle and Saigon that I really miss. Aside from my peoples in the those two places that is.
One is fresh seafood. In Seattle, it'd be the fresh salmon and mussels. In Saigon, fresh prawns of all sizes. Since I can't have either here (only Atlantic salmon, and frozen mussels and prawns)... I just have to make do. And I did.
I spent an hour and a half peeling and de-veining these.
Fresh mozzarella and the raspberry vinaigrette La Cyn bought last week.
All tossed together with fresh mixed greens, grape tomatoes, and pomegranate olive oil.
AND! La Cyn fixed that stupid dimmer switch we had on the kitchen lights. Yeah, a dimmer switch in the kitchen, wtf? It never worked properly and would flicker in and out all the time. So last night, she took it apart and today put in a proper flippy switch and we again have lights in the kitchen!
I killed a thousand-legger.
We've returned to our previous distribution of labor.