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.
3 comments:
That is the grossest picture ever.
I remember reading a book about one of the Indian tribes that lived here along the Missouri river and the smut was considered a blessing and they used it as a seasoning in their foods. Good to know that Buffalo Bird Woman knew her stuff. http://digital.library.upenn.edu/women/buffalo/garden/garden.html
Hope John is doing better. My tomato vote is Cherokee Purple but if Black Krim tastes better there, plant it How did your concert go?
It's this Saturday--I am still very nervous!
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