Saturday, September 13, 2003

Frontier wife redux

Since C sweetly fried up 2 strips of bacon for me this morning, I am compelled to reciprocate with a super duper breakfast for Sunday morning. But I won't make it on time unless I start now. Roasted roots (sweet potato, anise, blue potatoes, rosemary, no parsnips though as I forgot about them while explaining edibility of corn smut to the produce guy) are roasting away. I started some quickie lemon cucumber pickles to freshen up our palates. I'm wondering if we'll have oatmeal, polenta, or pancakes- all with a few butter sauteed figs of course.

There is nothing more delicious than planning what to eat the next day. I also had 2 more strips of bacon for lunch today and wanted 2 more for dinner but C said he didn't want to be a bacon widower. Even though these are top organic Neiman Schell Ranch bacon, bacon is still bacon. A slice probably carves 60 hours from the tail end of your life- hours I gladly give away but I must think of others. So I am sadly forced in to a quota of 4 per day, I have to wait until tomorrow morning. Despite the cement dust and renovation clutter in the kitchen, I think tomorrow's breakfast will kick ass, and beat standing in line for Le Note or Fanny's.








In truth, I've been waiting for the decline/fall of Western civilization all my life. Now that things are slowly spinning apart, I'm just trying to enjoy all the tasty meals I can.



Tomorrow is a hefty digging day. Tussocks of grass must be moved, apple and lime trees planted in the ground. Soil weeded and amended.



A quick tour or my newly fenced front garden: Frankenchairs under the michelia tree, I salvaged them from a neighbor on Hopkins and forced an unwilling C to restore them. On the right, the end table I made with our kitchen cabinet door- hinges and knob still attached as well as a rod spooler for C. My birdhouse on the right hand corner of the fence (noone has yet occupied). My leaf corral on the left, barely visible- I've rigged up a criss-crossed branch trap for trespassing cats as C says leaving out a bear trap is not legal.

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