Tuesday, July 8, 2014

Mmmmmm

While we've been entertaining visiting family over the past week, Bob and his father and coworkers have feverishly been preparing (and repairing) camps and boats and docks for customers on The Lake.  So....  there hasn't been much work accomplished on the new house.   But, things are great on the eating front.  Aside from the pot-luck 4th o' July picnic that stretched the whole weekend, we've got home-grown food covered pretty well.

We are co-parenting some pigs -- Inky and Pinky -- with some friends.  We're more like the non-custodial parents, though.  We feed them when our friends are away.  Despite the fact that the kids have named them, they aren't pets; they're eatin' pigs.  Yummy, yummy eatin' pigs.

June 28, 2014
Please don't be disturbed by the fact that I said we're parenting something we're going to eat in four months.  It's just my way. 

Additionally, we are overflowing with leafy greens!  My parents went on a two-week trip to the midwest, leaving me in charge of eating everything from the garden.   It's a big job.  I've ...er.... blessed all the family I can find and a few unfortunate friends with buckets of kale, spinach and lettuce and, based on The Husband's reaction at dinner last night, I'd better not make any more spinach dishes for dinner here.  But, the sugar snap peas and beans are coming along nicely and next week we'll be short of lettuce and awash in beans.  

The message here is:  I will be flush with things to whine about all summer!



June 27, 2014



July 4, 2014   
Apparently, I think strawberries need to be photographed in my hand and nowhere else.


My father's strawberry plants were really productive this year!  And I ATE THEM ALL.   Except what Bob and The Girl ate straight off the plants before I could get to 'em.

Here's some non-food pictures from the past week or so, just to prove we don't only think about eating.     

Just mostly.






Yes, it was 80 degrees that day.  Artists are notoriously counter-culture.



Happy Summer!


1 comment:

Alan Marble said...

You've *named* your pigs. It's too late for you now. I've gone down that road with Pansy and Petunia. Our four month project turned into a sixteen month project. When I would pet their bellies they would wag their little tails. We were buddies. In the end though, we ate them and home-grown pigs are so much better than the store bought stuff. Having written this, I know how terrible it sounds. Best of luck to you. :)

-Joe.