…My daughter and I were gathering sheep shower to eat while outside (we never get enough to bring in for salads), and while she was picking through some of hers, she found this tiny formation of insect eggs on the bottom of a leaf. Word to the wise – always check before you put something in your mouth…AND, you never know where you’ll find beauty next.
“Spinach – it’s what’s for dinner.” That’s all I said. One day, I’m out picking spinach while whistling a theme from the ballet Rodeo, and my spinach has been making fun of me ever since. Taunting me…seriously. It fancies itself Dana Carvey, and talks to me in “Western” vernacular, and makes fun of the fact that I like to read.
I loved standing out in the pasture on a cool day, listening to the little bleating of the babies looking for their mommas. I learned about various challenges to raising lambs, how they got their Maremmas, and about the fact that you can make cheese from lamb milk.
I play lots of food games, kitchen games or garden games. Mostly with myself, but they still entertain me for hours. One of these activities is a game I like to call, “Beat the Restaurant.” It involves ordering a dish I really love from a restaurant until I have “cracked the recipe code” in my…
The cactus got Mick’s work gloves full of prickly stickers. Then, they got on my foot (I have no idea how this happened), my hand, Mick’s fingers…and at some point we decided we needed to think about how we were going to de-stick them without ruining gloves.
I’ve shared a recipe each time I write this series using something out of my garden. Unfortunately, I don’t have any crops this week so I’ll share a recipe for those of you who grow mint. And, let me warn you…if you’ve never grown mint and decide you just might, make sure and plant it where you can manage the overgrowth and spreading!
This conversation began when we were married twenty-five years ago. I use the milk past the pull date; Mick “pulls” it as soon as it expires. I will eat something if it “smells fine;” Mick critiques our rotation of refrigerated products…
My yard still has “wavy grass” reminders, my garden was flooded and the aftermath is a now uneven, cracked plot with sand in it. Why sand? The rain was so hard it found a weak, lower area in our neighbors yard and drilled down behind our retaining wall, oozing out the native sandy loam through the cracks. But that wasn’t the worst damage.
I gave serious consideration to “Kelly Does Dirt,” “Dirty Fingernails Are Nature’s Perfect Manicure,” “Fresh Veggies Are Better Than Making Whoopee,” …well, you get the picture. In other words, I was having a hard core creativity block.