That was what last night's French Vanilla ice cream looked like.
Y'all. It was nirvana.
Here's what tonight's ice cream looks like.
Strawberry. And please let me say that there is still vanilla ice cream in the freezer and these people are here to share the strawberry ice cream with us.
Plus Jessie who took this sweet picture and I think Lon is coming over too. There's a Duke/FSU basketball game on and since Vergil went to Duke it's of utmost importance that the game be watched. Even the little boys are excited although I am not certain that they're sure of what they're excited about.
Do you think their grandfather is a happy man?
Jessie took that picture too.
I've spent most of the day playing around in the kitchen. I found a pork shoulder from that wild pig we had last year in the freezer in the garage and have been cooking it all day in a very slow oven. Also mustard and collard greens are simmering with tomatoes and onions. I have plenty of leftover cauliflower, tomato, and goat cheese gratin left over to serve, and I'm making some mashed potatoes.
We shall not starve nor suffer deprivation.
I went out to look at the native Buck Eye today to find that it is leafing out and making buds.
Yes. My house does need pressure washing in the worst kind of way. We won't even mention paint although I will say that Mr. Moon was a painter when I met him which explains a lot. He does not want to pay someone to do what he himself can do and yet, he has no desire to paint a house.
An eternal conundrum when you are married to a man who can do everything.
All right! Lon is here! Supper must be made ready. It is coolish again and I am so happy. I am dreading summer with all of my heart and every time the thermometer dips back down into the forties and thirties my heart is thrilled.
Enjoy your evening. I certainly am enjoying mine.