Regardless of how parched the land is I of course can always find a mud hole at work to fall into.
I actually do have a bit of excitement that I almost forgot about about. Remember one of my favorite things at my house in Mexico, the concrete counter? I loved this counter because it was the right height for me for once ( I am tall) and it was so solid that I could roll out dough on it, transplant plants, block a long scarf on it, it had many used and I wished I had a work space like it here.....well, now I do.
|Favorite work space in Mexico .... uh! coconuts, I miss coconuts|
|My new work space i n Canada|
|It has a sink.....how cool is that?|
|Beautiful, soft and silky rose petals|
|The strawberry bed is looking promising|
|waiting and waiting for beets|
|so you have to look very closely and I know the picture is blurry but can you see the itsy tiny cluster of grapes?|
|My lunches this week will be fish, rice and steamed vegetables ... on a bed of spinach|
|and baggies of fruit, 1 peach, 1 apricot, 1 apple, 1 orange and 1 banana for each day|
I also made a cake, I found a recipe for a layered fruit cake, it was a layer of cake and then a layer of rhubarb and saskatoons and then a layer of jello and then a layer of cake again, sounds good right? So I go to the store to get jello and take my rhubarb and saskatoons out of the freezer. After the cake in in the oven and I am cleaning up my kitchen I see the package of jello on the counter, what the heck? How did I miss the jello, I look at my recipe and it doesn't call for jello, but I went to the store to get this jello just for this recipe then I realize it wasn't layered either, I look again, and I was following the wrong recipe on the page in the cook book. I am so annoyed at myself and disappointed in my cake. It's edible but now great....oh well, next week I will try again, I still have the jello.
As I writing this it started to rain and it looked like it was hailing and I thought to myself as I am looking out of the window "oh if that is hail we are so going to complain about that" but in the next second it stopped.