First of all, my snickering apologies to everyone who got an earworm from my last post. If it makes you feel any better, it’s still stuck in my head too.
This should help exorcise any left over tunes outta yo head.
Yesterday we joined some friends in Petaluma at Bloomfield Farms for U-Pick Sundays.
Bring your family and $25, and they supply you with a giant box, a wagon and free reign to stuff that box as full as you want.
We picked a peck of peppers. Last night I used 6 of them in a casserole with rice lasagna noodles and roasted poblanos, with a goat cheddar and rosemary bechamel. Yeah, it was kinda tasty I guess. So now what do I do with the other 500 peppers?
We had a late dinner, because our bellies were still full from the Pay What You Want brunch, hosted by Hardcore Farm-to-Face.
I had the frittata and potatoes, Fern had mini-pancakes (which were huge) and we all had a mini donut-hole (also huge, not to mention gooey and hot and amazeballs). I was sighing with satisfaction the rest of the day.
But it was just over the bridge. We spent the rest of our sunny afternoon lollygagging about the house. Literally. Lolly. Gagging.
We had stopped at Rainbow to get a few extra bits for our veggies, and not only did we run into the woman who helped bring Fern into the world (our Lay Midwife), but a stranger produced a random act of kindness, in the form of a corn syrup, red dye laden cavity on a stick. But really, how could we say no?
I am SO loving all your comments lately, and feel compelled to comment back as I get time today, so check back on the last post if so inclined. Stay tuned on Wednesday for a ghost story, and in the meantime, you can spook yourself out by watching A Tale of Two Sisters (Geez, thanks a lot, Molly!), which is
screaming streaming on Netflix.
As Sara says, Tis the season! xo