Scottish Cow

Busy Day

So this past weekend Tina was out of town catching up with her best friend, who unfortunately lives in Binghampton.  It was the first time it's been Molly and Abby and I for an entire day and overnight.  We had a lot of fun.

We were busy.

We went to the farmer's market.  It rained.  We got asparagus, chives, honey, and lettuce.  We got soaked on the way home.

Abby ate 2 strawberries.

Molly and I made some scallion pancakes.  We didn't have scallions or regular flour.  So we actually made white whole wheat flour chive pancakes.  They were still really good.

While chopping chives, I lost Tina's favorite knife behind the slide-in range.

I lost my wedding ring in the yard.  During an epic battle with a slug that had attached itself to my hand, I managed to fling it (my ring, not the slug) across the driveway into the dirt and rocks along side it.

Abby slept, Molly and I searched for the ring.

We made a pink bean dip - it was half white beans, half red beans, garlic, lemon, oil and tahini*.  Molly said, "Hey, this tastes like hummus."

I rented a metal detector.  It beeped at the rebar in our driveway.  It beeped at our grass.  It beeped at the dog.  It didn't find any rings. 

The guy from the metal detector shop volunteered to come over.  And he found the ring with his fancy detector in about 10 minutes.

We walked to the park.  We put Abby to bed.  Molly and I read Sleeping Beauty and Draw Me a Star.

Molly went to bed, and so did I.

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* Ha...The spellchecker in typepad just tried to switch "tahini" to "tahiti"

Everything is Painted Green

The vernal equinox is here. Spring, eh? Spring evokes feelings of warmth, green-leaved trees, vegetables and baseball. Baseball, which starts up again next week, brings out the little leaguer in me every year - it's a strange thing to get excited about, but there's nothing else like it.

John Updike wrote this in a New Yorker piece about Ted Williams' last game in a Red Sox uniform:

"Fenway Park, in Boston, is a lyric little bandbox of a ballpark. Everything is painted green and seems in curiously sharp focus..."

Now THAT sounds like spring. It's also an absolutely perfect description of baseball's most holy site*.

Unfortuntely, nobody informed Western New York of these seasonal milestones. We had a icy mess all over the ground and trees this morning and had to scrape off our cars for one more (last?) time.

Despite the ever present slush, our garden plans need to get moving - I'm only 6 months behind on building the 2 raised beds, so we're off to a good start!

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* Any Yankee fans reading this? C'mon, I know you're out there...