I know it's feast or famine around this blog, just as it is with sunlight and with time to make stuff. Well, eat up, friends, cuz who knows when this post buffet is gonna dry up!
This afternoon while Annabelle did homework (her first day back at school after spring break), there was sunshine on the dining room table and time to work on this new neighborhood--time also to take a thousand pictures of those pretty little spools up there.
Then I flipped through this cookbook Mark brought home from work today. Sadly, he bought it for $5 from a coworker who's broke and needed gas money. I'd like to say a few choice words about how his employer believes the store doesn't
need a union because it treats its employees so well but somehow those employees can't afford to feed their families or keep their cars running--but that's probably a post for another blog (the ass kicking blog I'm going to start in all my spare time).
What I'll say instead is that the pictures in this book are truly lovely, and the recipes--with the exception of the occasional use of eggs from chickens they raise on site--are vegan. Vegan and
for cowboys. No kidding. This thrills my Texas-born, cruelty-free husband to no end.
There's a recipe for Cowboy Potato Chowder I think I'm going to try, like,
right now. No cowboys
in it, of course. We don't eat cowboys.
I know it's feast or famine around this blog, just as it is with sunlight and with time to make stuff. Well, eat up, friends, cuz who knows when this post buffet is gonna dry up!
This afternoon while Annabelle did homework (her first day back at school after spring break), there was sunshine on the dining room table and time to work on this new neighborhood--time also to take a thousand pictures of those pretty little spools up there.
Then I flipped through this cookbook Mark brought home from work today. Sadly, he bought it for $5 from a coworker who's broke and needed gas money. I'd like to say a few choice words about how his employer believes the store doesn't need a union because it treats its employees so well but somehow those employees can't afford to feed their families or keep their cars running--but that's probably a post for another blog (the ass kicking blog I'm going to start in all my spare time).
What I'll say instead is that the pictures in this book are truly lovely, and the recipes--with the exception of the occasional use of eggs from chickens they raise on site--are vegan. Vegan and for cowboys. No kidding. This thrills my Texas-born, cruelty-free husband to no end.
There's a recipe for Cowboy Potato Chowder I think I'm going to try, like, right now. No cowboys in it, of course. We don't eat cowboys.
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um...I want some cowboy potato chowder. I'm pretty sure we are eating something that comes from a box tonight - blech.
Can't wait to see the new village.
P.S. - union yes!!
wahoo girl, cuz the screens are in my windows and we got a breeze all up here too!
and, yeah, we don't eat cowboys either. i hear they're tough ;-)
oh, and, love what i see of the new hoop. makes me think of a sundays lyric "row upon row of houses"
dreamy
Corinne--YES! Mark's a teamster at his _other_ job. And we ended up eating from the Whole Foods salad bar--yummy, but certainly not as fun as Cowboy Chowder. I got the right ingredients, though, so I'm good to go for tomorrow!
And Elissa, you continue to bewitch me with your like-Melissa-ness: hello? I LOVE the Sundays.
hi! i found my way here through birch swinging. lovely blog! your embroidery is beautiful!
nicola
http://whichname.blogspot.com
well of COURSE you do! i think, at this point, i'd be more surprised if you DIDN'T like them ;-)
put that song in my head, so i had to add it to my play list.....
oh, and my security word this time? "hanglo" so i am pretty sure that's going to be my new good-bye tag. like "secrest out" i'm gonna be like cya and hang lo. whatever that means. what is up with me commenting here????
Oh, I bring out the best in you, E. I do it for everyone. ;-)
And btw., I _just_ finished Ellerie's birthday present. Will you email me your address one more time, since I'm too lazy to hunt for that old message?
Hang lo--
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