Yesterday was a big day around here. It was the first pick of our rhubarb plants that Ani has been nurturing the last two years, to make a home made rhubarb pie to celebrate Roger's birthday (the way to a man's heart, and all that). The pie was actually our dinner, after chowing down on lots of hearty NM food for lunch. I was hoping I wouldn't like the pie so much, but unfortunately, I liked it so much I could have probably eaten way more than I did and been miserable all night. I am not a fan of cooking or baking, thank heavens, or I'd weigh three times what I already weigh; but having said that, I think there will be another fresh picked pie sooner than later. YUM.
Forgot to show you these the other day: a set of four place mats I made before leaving San Diego, and some trivet pads with the scraps from those. I had a good time making them and they successfully kept me from doing other, more important things. I am, after all, The Princess of Procrastination.
I don't know how it turned out for you, wherever you are, but we
hauled ourselves outside at the prescribed time on Saturday evening,
hoping to see the giant moon the news had been promising. Well...it
looked just like any other moon from here. Now I hear it will be 2029,
or something like that, before this auspicious occasion occurs again.
Hope I get a better shot at it next time. Or actually, I'll just be happy to be alive then. Screw the moon.