I've also got a loaf of bread rising. Olive oil and rosemary bread. I am lazy, unlike Rebecca, and use my Kitchen Aid to knead it. I used to knead all my bread by hand but haven't lately. Sometimes, for a small loaf of bread or pizza crust, I even use the food processor. It's a decades-old Cuisinart and it is one of my favorite appliances.
I do love my appliances, don't I?
And I just spent some time in the garden on my knees, thinning again.
I think we can now call these micro-greens.
And there is still more thinning to be done and this is the first year I've ever really made a concerted effort to do this in a careful and conscious way and to use the tiny sprouts that I pull. It makes me feel good to already be using something green from the garden in our salads. It's time-consuming but so what? I have the time. Might as well put it to good use.
It's supposed to get down to 48 degrees tonight. Try not to laugh but this sounds a bit shocking to me. I may have to get the duck out. For those of you who don't know, the duck is my down comforter and I love it but my husband fights it. We are such different people in so many ways, one of them being body temperature.
He sleeps with a sheet while I sleep with a quilt doubled over and a down blanket. When I get out the duck, he will sometimes pull up the cotton blanket which I have added to my pile of covers.
And yet...I want the window open over my head and the fan on too.
Lord. How do any two people actually merge in a marriage and make it work?
I guess you just need a king-sized bed and a sense of humor and some fooling around and a whole lot of love.
Martinis don't hurt.
A week from today, we'll have been married for thirty-one years.
It ain't broke. I have no desire to fix it.
Time to make the salad.