Clothes-swapping, back-yard sitting, antiquing and lunch with ttmac (l) and Peabody (r) at Frazer's Good Eats.
A view of the brewery from our table.
Potato chips and a hot fudge sundae for dinner and a Weeds marathon.
I love being a grown-up.
A trip to the Farmer's Market where I tripped. As I was leaving, carrying $40 worth of produce on my back in a canvas bag and four containers of annuals with my fingertips, I tripped on the sidewalk. I never actually bit the dust, thank the Lord, but at one point my face was perpendicular with, and only a foot from, the ground. My mind was filled with visions of huge, oozy scabs on my face. Terrifying.
After gathering the items that went flying while I wind-milled my way to equilibrium, I curtsied to all who had witnesssed my demonstration in (a lack of) grace. My biggest fan, an older and flamboyant Italian man wearing a jaunty fedora, approached me after and announced, loudly, "Beeeeeyoooteeful flowers, lady! Beeeeeeeyooootiful, just like you!" The whole episode was surreal and hilarious. I just wish you'd been there to see it.
Bar-b-que at Beth and George's, complete with bison burgers and gross frogs. Shortly after this was taken this weirdo jumped onto my foot, effectively scaring the shit out of me.
I learned nothing from this safety demonstration as I later burned my neck holding a sparkler above my head pretending to be the Statue of Liberty.
And here's a carnival that I saw from across the street as we walked by on our way to ground-zero of the fireworks. It smelled like funnel-cake and carny.
(Olympic-sized cooking day):
*Grilled chicken breast with lime juice and avocado for lunch
*And prepped ahead for whatever today has in store for them: potato salad, six roasted garlic heads and blanched beans
I'm leaning toward lightly sauteing these in a little bit of the fat left over from the bacon. And yes, bacon crumbles will be applied, just like the potato salad above. (I loosely follow the Hellmann's Original recipe, except I don't measure and I substitute onion powder. I have a texture issue with onions. Peppers and celery, too, for that matter. Shudder.)
And so far I've spent today in my robe, drinking coffee, checking out cragslist and messing around with this post. Peabody just called; seems she needed the day off, too, so we're going to have a light lunch - grilled chicken Caesar salad, sliced tomatoes, garlic bread - in my garden and then run errands together in the convertible. Life is good. Wish you were here.