...and then there were none

Homemade eclairs....they did last 2 days.

Big Book for Small Toilet

Sooooo I walked into the half bath and this puppy was sitting on the sink. I've never been a "bathroom reader". Mostly because unless I'm sick I don't spend enough time on the "throne".

But if I were going to become a bathroom reader I think it would be more magazines instead of giant novels. Probably not cooking magazines but something more like People Magazine (sort of appropriate don't you think).

The book hasn't left the bathroom in a week. I hope the boy is not getting very far.

Weekend Breakfast and Garden Smackdown

So far this weekend has been great, very relaxing. I attribute that to starting off Saturday right with the BEST french toast on the plant. Next time you decide to make french toast forget about using whatever bread you use and go for croissants. You wont be sorry, they are amazing. Just slice the croissant like you would for a sandwich. I just beat one egg and add about a cup of skim milk, a few shakes of cinnamon. Get a nice hot buttered pan ready, dip your croissant on each side and cook till golden brown. So good.

Here are the promised photos for Garden Smackdown...I almost hate posting them because I went out this morning and there are actual vegetables growing. I took the photos last week and since then the peas and green beans that are about 2 inch long!

Tomato Plants

Peas

Green Beans

Basil Broccoli

I've also got corn, melon, and cucumbers, but they are still pretty small and uninteresting.

Have a great weekend!

I Want it Now Daddy!!!!

Every day while on my way to work I pass this house. I crank my neck off in an effort to see as much of it as possible. I should probably be watching the road, but it calls to me...

"Hey Shelly, look at me, you know you want me, look at my porch, you wish you had boxwood's in your yard like mine. Check out my grass...it's green. Jealous much? My windows are huge too. You know you want me. "

I guess I really am attracted to cocky jerks. And really, we have nothing in common. ( Except we both have a dead limb hanging from the tree in our front yard.)

Jerk.

Summer Strawberries & Quilts on Clothes Lines

I have a love hate relationship with summer. The hate is the muggy humidity...heat I can handle it's the danged old humidity. I live in Kentucky now, I figure it's OK to say danged. On the other hand, there is being able to line dry laundry (like the beautiful quilt my mom made me). There is watching the vegetables in the garden grow. My tomato's are getting big (I'll update you soon on garden smack down). Then there are strawberries. Strawberries, lovely strawberries. The ultimate food. Strawberry pie, strawberry jam, strawberry juice, strawberry ice cream, strawberries with cereal, on french toast, with vanilla pudding or just sliced up on pb&j (strawberry jam of course...try it, it's great...also sprinkle some cashews on the peanut butter!). Sometimes I buy them out of season and doctor them or put them in a smoothie and those are OK, but nothing, NOTHING, can compare to in season fresh strawberries. I've started with one plant and tomorrow it's going to go in the ground. It took me awhile to figure out where to place her since I fully intend to plant more. Trying to figure out where the strawberry patch would be best since we have a lot of shade so I think it's gong to eventually border the vegetable garden (once I get a picket fence around it) but one thing at a time.

One thing at a time.

Louisville Watertower

Last weekend my parents came down and we went to lunch at King Fish on the river. It was fine, not the best seafood ever, but of course we lived in Florida when I was a kid so it's hard to compare. I'd say it was something like Dead Mobster. (You should click on that link...nice sizzle sounds.) Right next door to the restaurant is the Louisville Water Tower, the oldest ornamental water tower in the world, even older than Chicago's water tower.

It's nice to have something so pretty to keep the cholera and typhoid away.