Let's pick back up right where we left off, shall we? The way good friends do? Alrighty then.
Morning coffee. It's about the best place to start, wouldn't you say? Especially if there is a bare-foot, Wrangler-clad cowboy sitting on your counter, measuring, scooping, pouring. Right. Sharing a house with (true Norwegian) coffee drinkers really does suit me fine, because the smell of coffee filling the morning house? It just doesn't get much better (even if my strong tendencies toward peppermint tea are rarely broken, who says I can't drink the tea and smell the coffee?).
And, might I point out that finished countertop? And those white cabinets? With knobs? Woot! These things can revolutionize your world, people. So could that elusive kitchen range installer, I'm sure of it. I'm ready, Mr. Installer Man. I'm ready for even more revolution in my life. Bring on the stove!
In other news, I now have a garden! I had even more of a garden the night before last. Before the deer helped themselves to a midnight snack of strawberries, raspberries, marigolds, and tomatoes, with a sprinkling of parsley. Ahem.
Speaking of tomatoes and parsley, I have big plans to make dinners in the morning this week. One hundred degree weather will make you think of such things. Because one hundred degree weather melts you in such a way that by late afternoon, it is quite literally impossible for you to put any sort of pot or skillet over a flame, thus last evening's dinner of crackers, cheese, apples and lemonade served on a blanket in the shade.
So. Dinner this morning! I'm off to snip some of that parsley and a bit of basil, too!
Hello, friends! It looks as though the internet and I have worked out our differences, and, if we can continue on the same page, then I'm back! I'll see your right back here, tomorrow!
