I had a different post planned for today but it’ll just have to wait, because, I mean, look at this bunch of glorious sweet basil, thyme and mint! I don’t know whether to look at it or eat it and I long to do both. A thing of beauty! I was given it by Suzanne – who had just picked them fresh from her garden, rinsed them, and then handed them to me tied up in a lovely bouquet rivaling what one might find at an artisanal flower shop. Just one of the many perks of having such a lovely neighbor. I have to tell you that the absolute pleasure of the surprise receipt of this luscious fragrant bunch of fresh garden-grown herbs was one of the purest delights of this weekend. A further delight to come is the fresh herb salad I’m planning on for dinner. Perfect for a hot summer night. Oh my tummy tum: wait till you see! Thank you Suzanne!
It pretty much kills me to be succinct, so, as long as I’m up here, I’m thinking why not share some other snapshots of this weekend as well:
There may have been some coloring outside the lines.
There definitely were batches and batches of banana chocolate chip mini muffins made to mark the half-birthday of a certain someone whose actual birthday I’d missed. A certain someone who literally “GOBBLED UP” a couple of the muffins until restrained.
Also:
My sweet potato officially turned into a mouse. I now call him Moosh. I wrote a “poem” inspired by this metamorphosis. Will share it once I’ve turned it into an animated GIf.
Moosh has a friend who has sprouted horns and has thus come to be known as Monster. Monster has a heart of gold. He is rarely hungry but usually quite sleepy.
Moosh and Monster mostly just hang out quietly but sometimes engage in heated debates.
For example, Moosh thinks it’s unbelievable that Anthony Weiner, the supreme jerk who literally exposed his weiner, is actually running for mayor of New York City. “It turns my stomach to think that a bozo like him might possibly be the mayor of our awesome city.” Monster meanwhile thinks: “Who gives a rat about politics.” Monster says: “Who cares. Weiner didn’t break any laws. None of it matter anyhow. They are all the same.”
They get entangled in an argument.
Things get a bit dicey, too close for comfort. There may be kerfuffles. Then they regroup and say: “Let’s not talk about politics.”
Soon they settle back into their friendly and comfortable silence. Monster takes a nap while Moosh quietly worries.
The End
ps Thank you Suzanne for the truly lovely gift of fresh herbs. Love love LOVE!
pps Moosh and Monster are entirely fictitious characters. Any resemblance to real sweet potatoes, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
ppps This post is simultaneously published on my other blog: 7Legs
Also, I’d like to note that:
The Muslim holy month of fasting commences tomorrow. Happy Ramadan & Ramadan Mobarak to all observers.
