I planted one tomato and six strawberry plants today. I am excited.
Ike really, really wanted to celebrate Cinco de Mayo, so we had tacos and curtido and margaritas and asparagus--we figure the asparagus was maybe grown in Mexico, even if it's not a traditionally Mexican food. Did I tell you guys that I ate huitlacoche recently? John and I went to the Frida Bistro in Salt Lake, and as soon as I saw huitlacoche on the menu I knew I had to try it. Huitlacoche is the fancy word for corn smut. It looks like this:
Umm, we bought a bass guitar. I couldn't help it! Grant said he wants to play the bass, and any dummy knows you can't have a band without rhythm and percussion, so it will be here Wednesday. On a scale of 1-10, where 10 is the most excited someone could ever be about having a bass, John is probably a .75, but I barreled ahead all the same like I do. At least it's a bass and not a dog or a car or a house, like has happened before.