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Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
![]() ![]() "Always thought radishes were garish..." "You do mean garnish, don't you?" KE Rose would gnaw Scarlett's carrots, nibble on her lettuce. Do whatever most rabbits would do. Spinach was her all time favorite, although she'd check out a shoe lace or two. Radishes? She'd just wiggle her nose in disgust... then hop away. "No. Those little pink or red balls were too neon for me. I'd never eat them, garnish or not. " KE Radish time lapse; listen to the banjo and watch them grow: ![]() I'm not getting around to everyone's blog. This will get worse. To focus on NaNo, I'll be visiting Blogville less. Did stop by to say hello to Chewie Kittie ![]() ![]() ![]() Well I ate what I hope will be the worse meal ever at the Senior Center today. Harvard beets: cold with no flavor. Shepherds pie? With a sweet biscuit for the top and no potatoes? Yuck. Jello for "dessert"? Worse. Yes, I ate it all and yes, I should be thankful. For 50¢ I bought 4 wooden utensils. Very useful when cooking... Last night I cooked up flan and boiled a butifarra sausage (Uncle Bill's recipe: pork, white wine, garlic, salt pepper, spices) to add to my olive sandwich. I just noticed... garlic... one more idea for my NaNo stories. Wrote #2 last night. And yes, I will be making a folder or a "book" to put them in. ![]() 56,452 views |