Sunday in the house with Chaz
Sep. 28th, 2014 02:42 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
desperanceEvery now and then I wonder if Mac thinks his name is really "Move!", expressed in a sharp imperilled voice by a man on the very brink of falling. Then I remember that he's a cat, not prone to thinking much about such things. (His name, of course, is actually Macavity. Despite the little old lady who originally named him, who thought it was Macadamia, because he was nuts.)
Our visitors from further shores have departed, flying like geese for home, if geese have homes to go to. Today I am pottering around the house and garden, tackling little things. I am taking advantage of living in a feasible climate to make one of those recipes - a chilli pickle, in this instance - that says "leave it in the sun for forty-eight hours". Okay, sure, no trouble. Also I'm planning to plant fava beans, in all the interstices between the cabbages and the broccoli rabe and the brussels sprouts and the mustard greens and the dino kale that went in yesterday. And the ginger. I have no idea whether it will flourish, but I have bought a ginger plant. Actually I have no idea whether it is a culinary or a decorative ginger, but hey. I could ask people we know, who are serious gardeners hereabouts; or I could ask the internets; or I could just stick it in the ground and see what happens. Guess which...?
Otherwise, I'm mostly cleaning the kitchen. And thinking "Didn't I do this, just a few weeks ago...?" At least you only have to write a book half a dozen times. Kitchens are like fingernails.
Our visitors from further shores have departed, flying like geese for home, if geese have homes to go to. Today I am pottering around the house and garden, tackling little things. I am taking advantage of living in a feasible climate to make one of those recipes - a chilli pickle, in this instance - that says "leave it in the sun for forty-eight hours". Okay, sure, no trouble. Also I'm planning to plant fava beans, in all the interstices between the cabbages and the broccoli rabe and the brussels sprouts and the mustard greens and the dino kale that went in yesterday. And the ginger. I have no idea whether it will flourish, but I have bought a ginger plant. Actually I have no idea whether it is a culinary or a decorative ginger, but hey. I could ask people we know, who are serious gardeners hereabouts; or I could ask the internets; or I could just stick it in the ground and see what happens. Guess which...?
Otherwise, I'm mostly cleaning the kitchen. And thinking "Didn't I do this, just a few weeks ago...?" At least you only have to write a book half a dozen times. Kitchens are like fingernails.