It was drizzling yesterday morning when I got to the community garden. I put on my gardening hat and picked a few peas and a few squash. Someone else had picked the volunteer melons in the pea plot while I was gone. The squash plants looked bad, yellow. The pea plants were loaded with pods, but not many of them were ready to pick. I do believe that the peas are not purple hull peas, as I originally thought. The pods never get purple, only a sickly pinkish-yellow. They must be some type of cowpea.
My grocery store order was ready by the time I finished in the garden. The Husband went to work late, so he was here to help haul the groceries to the kitchen when I got back. Spent nearly $200, and still don't have much to eat in the house.
It's hard to shop for groceries when you can't think of anything you'd like to eat. I need some exciting new recipes.
Last Monday, I made spaghetti, thinking we'd have leftovers for a couple of days. In the sauce, I used a package of meat from our freezer. No telling how long it had been in there, but it looked OK and smelled OK. As we were eating, The Husband said, "This spaghetti tastes a little . . . strange." I guess the meat was a little freezer-burned, after all. We ate what was on our plates, but after dinner, I dumped the rest of the spaghetti in the garbage and had to re-think dinners for the rest of the week.
Our recent road trip interrupted my artistic mojo. I took some art supplies on the trip and did some sketching and watercolor painting on the cabin porch, but I was not very inspired. The view from the porch was of the rooftops of a dozen other cabins sticking up between the trees, with mountains in the background. The fall colors hadn't set in yet, so the view was mostly green (including the cabin roofs). Didn't make for very interesting art.
I need something to do, something fascinating. Wonder what that would be?
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