Monthly Archives: July 2011

I’m fun. So, naturally, my friends are fun, too. Sam is a friend of a friend. But, we recently met, so I think it’s safe to call her a real friend and not just a random friend of a friend … Continue reading →

I have a story and a picture to share. I find them slightly humorous. First:  The Story John and I rode our bikes (Bingo and Little Blue) to get brunch on Sunday. Our waiter looked slightly familiar, but I couldn’t figure … Continue reading →

First:  the worms. My zucchini are all dying. And I am mourning. But, I wanted to do everything possible to save them. I was wandering around veggie garden #3 on Sunday when I remembered my boss saying something about squash … Continue reading →

Carolyn came back from Nigeria!! Unfortunately, she left for El Salvador at 5 a.m. this morning, so we had limited time together. We made it work — we just talked extra fast to get in as many important conversations as … Continue reading →

Today is a big day. I ordered a cheese-making kit. I’m going off the cheese grid, and I’m makin’ my own mozzarella. Or ricotta. The kit will teach me how to make both. I have dreams of eating garden basil, … Continue reading →

I’m happy (and slightly embarrassed) to report I found my shoes. In my bedroom. They were happily hiding under a reusable bag. No wonder the employees in the nail salon (who spoke Vietnamese) were confused when I attempted to explain my … Continue reading →

Greetings from my garden! Note the fancy gardening hat — classy, I know. I’m sure the neighbors wonder why I now garden in running shorts, a tank top, and a straw hat with a ribbon. If this fashion trend starts … Continue reading →

– Ate my first kohlrabi at the farmers’ market. – Attempted to find my shoes at the nail salon. I’m certain I left them there on Monday when I got a pedicure. However, I do not speak Vietnamese. Most of … Continue reading →

I decided to go into semi-hiding for the evening. That’s right. If you could see me typing this, I would appear to be without a torso (or sans torso, if you’d like the lingo of my household). My parents got … Continue reading →

Just look at that big guy! He was kind of exploding from the little radish patch when I was picking stuff tonight. So, I picked him. And ate him. He was tasty. His radish tops were also tasty. I ate a lot … Continue reading →