Saturday, August 18, 2018
Come On. Fess Up
The okra is suddenly taller than I am, or at least some of it is and it's producing nice pods. I may even have enough to pickle a few jars' worth soon. I hope so. I've been looking for the recipe I used last year and of course I can't find it. It was just spicy enough and had a little sweet to it too, and I suppose I can replicate it somewhat.
But, VOILA! I just did a search for pickled okra on my blog and here is the recipe I used.
Now. If I can just get enough okra to make it worthwhile to get out the canner.
I'm feeling off this evening. It was a mostly normal day. I worked in the garden just long enough to pull the rest of the tomatoes and the tomato cages and do a little weeding and perhaps I got overheated. God knows it's possible. I went to the store, too, to pick up a few things and honestly, that's about all I've done today. I found another egg on the ground which matched the one I found yesterday but it was in the coop and Dearie was not so my theory that it was her egg has been dashed. I also got another Viv or Vera egg, but in a nest, as well as one of Dottie's. It's been a long time since I got three eggs in one day.
I checked on Violet and she is still valiantly sitting on her eight eggs. I figure that if they're going to hatch, it should happen in the next few days.
And that's about it from Lloyd. I am not lonely nor am I especially anxious although anxiety can certainly masquerade as many things. After my admission yesterday about the whole vegetable issue, I ate a salad for my lunch with the crazy volunteer arugula growing in my garden, tomatoes, onions, pickled asparagus, avocado, basil, and mozzarella. It was good. And I am going to cook a steak for dinner tonight because I want one and I bought one and that is that.
Mr. Moon reports that all is well in gator-hunting world and I am glad of that.
Oh god. This is all so boring that I am ashamed to post it but if I don't post, I get emails asking if I'm alive and yes, I am. I am alive. Right now, anyway. And tomorrow Vergil and Jessie and August and Levon will be heading home and that is truly something to look forward to. Perhaps I shall finish up Maggie's dress and even make a little pair of shorts to go under it. We shall see.
Since I'm so lame tonight, why don't you tell me what YOU did today? Or what you thought today? Or what you read today? Or what you danced to today? Or what you cooked and/or ate today? Or how you felt today? Any epiphanies? Got a good joke? What's your recommendation for the best book you ever read? Who's your favorite Beatle? Favorite Beatle's song? Favorite comfort food? The moment you knew you were in love with your beloved? Weirdest place you ever had sex? Earliest memory? What's your spirit totem animal? Do you run with the wolves or do you cuddle with the kittens? Do you ever think about the fact that no one ever claims a hyena as their spirit animal? Or a vulture? What's up with that? How can we all be eagles and dolphins and owls? Someone's gotta eat the dead, otherwise things would get really messy. What was the best present you ever got? The worst? Beach or mountains? Mick or Keith? (Trick question.) Do you wear perfume or other scent? What kind? Bath or shower? If you got to choose, what would be the last thing you'd do on this earth?
Bring it on. Thanks, y'all.