Our currently grey and rainy weather is what brought this on, obviously. Rain hasn't been much around here lately and especially not a day long into night into next day pattern. Everything in the yard looks so happy, I just cannot complain (except for some people I know who have stolen time to be here and are not quite getting the sun anticipated) or quit walking around looking at each new bud of growth.
The rain is barely a patter on the roof right now. Soft soft. The cat is fed and back to curled up, the chicks are still eating - eating machines they are! - and I'm on cup of tea two. While I should be almost ready to sell bread today, due to a propane problem, I'm deferring until Sunday and, looking at the radar, relieved that I won't have to be soggy this morning.
Rain will not, I'm sure, stop the veggie guy. If he has any of the purple potatoes, pick up a few! I had some the other night, simple fix of sliced, along with some (veggie guy) shallots, also sliced, in a tiny bit of bacon fat from the precious reserves. It was sort of a glorified hash browns thing, by ingredients if not by cooking method. Saute until potatoes are done, salt and pepper to taste and call it delicious. The potatoes do have a different taste, if anything they seem to have an almost sweet aspect. Or maybe that was the shallots. I only know for a taste treat, it was really good, along with the beauty of the potato. I mean, look at that, it's Art!
|Yes, Francie, this is for you.|
Have a full of Expectations Friday! Do something freewheeling.