Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Wild blackberry smoothie. Perfection among  blackberries is correlated to how much blood the picker loses to briars, how many snakes are flushed from the upper branches ( extra points for the ones that barely clear one's face), and how many chiggers or ticks are gotten in the search. No pain, no taste. It's very primal that way. These were only moderate.

Sunday, July 15, 2012


"What do you want for breakfast?", says me.
"What do the Autobots eat?", says he.
"Those crystal energy things", says  me.
"And biscuits and gravy, cause those crystals aren't so tasty."  Well, good thing, I don't have a recipe for rocks.
Here is the biscuit recipe for those who aren't Southern:

2 c self rising flour
1/2 c sour cream ( fat yogurt works okay but the husband won't eat the resultant biscuits)
1/2 c lemon lime soda ( or Mt Dew if you play loose and fast with your dental health)
Preheat oven to 350F, bake on a buttered baking sheet for about 12 min, or until golden brown. Slather in melted butter if you are the Bojangles/Hardees sort but we like them without.

This would probably be good with ginger ale and some sugar sprinkled on top as a base for strawberry shortcake.

Crockpot spaghetti sauce going in now. Biking. Boy is reading Aesop's fables to sisters until I get dressed. Still wiping watercolors from last night but they made some beautiful works for the fridge.

Friday, July 6, 2012

"This has been a public service announcement."

The Boy spent is trying to call make them aware of the dangers of malaria and that there are outbreaks in Tanzania so it could happen HERE. So, go to , everybody. In defiance of the malaria alert I took them to a faux beach to dig in clay. We examined the eroding shoreline and how the sand containment wasn't really working. That counts as a science study, right? Also read My Car to the Girls four times. Boy is slogging through Diseases of the Garden and Natural Remedies. Sigh.