An Apology and The Garden Today

First off, I'd like to offer a public apology to the woman I scolded last year for putting dog poop in my trash can. I understand now. It is a very unpleasant thing to carry around, and I now take advantage of any trash cans that happen to live on the curb. I aim for the public ones, but, those are hard to come by in a residential area. So, I am sorry for being mean to you.

Second, some shots of what is growing at Clementine.

Garlic, Pole Bean Starts, and the Requisite Cute Dog Photo

Teeny Weeny Little Meyer Lemon.
Who know lemon tree blossoms were so fragrant? Outrageous!

The Roses are In Bloom.

Seckel Pears, Producing Well in Year Two.

First Year of Strawberries.

Blueberries, Also Doing Well in Year Two.

Kale, Plus Lavender in The Background.

Bon Apetit, and have a lovely weekend!

Aaaand I am Officially That Person Who Got a Dog.

You know the one. The one who posts obnoxious dog videos/pictures/anecdotes ALL THE TIME. Yep, that's me. Here is my first-ever YouTube video. "Lucy's Dinner Review".

Bon Appetit, and have a great week!

Lucy's Had A Big Week

So, I adopted a dog. Her name is Lucy, and she is a seven-year-old purebred Corgi with on-leash aggression against other dogs. Otherwise, she is a little angel. Completely housebroken and somewhat obedience trained. Loves everyone she meets, as long as they are willing to rub her belly. Actually, that is not a requirement. She just loves everyone.

She looks like a killer, huh? More like a Twinkie.

She was surrendered on Easter Sunday because her previous owner wanted to devote all their time to their older Corgi who was going to be recovering from a scheduled surgery.

I spotted this lovely on Tuesday, and when she was still there Wednesday morning (purebreds don't stay at the pound long), I decided to pounce. I called to make sure she wasn't held, and biked my way through rainy, cold weather to go and just meet her. After waiting and waiting and waiting, I met Miss Lucy. What a sweetheart! A few minutes into our meet, she proceeded to roll on her back and splay her legs, as to say "Rub my belly". I was smitten. I put her on hold, went to purchase dog supplies, dog proof the house, and came back later to pick her up.

Most of Wednesday night, she slept. In between, she proved how well-trained (house and otherwise) she is.

Thursday, I came home at lunch to find zero accidents (!), and some very cute little signs that she had been romping. Kitchen rugs askew and draperies pushed to the sides. Thursday night, I received the most excited little canine welcome home. Wiggly butt and all. Sorta like this.

Tonight was vet night. The Humane Society offers a free vet exam for all their animals, however, Lucy was not there long enough to be examined by one of their docs, so we got a certificate for a checkup from a local place. We headed over, and my little pal was so loved by all she came in contact with. Sadly I found out that she is more of a chunk than originally thought. 36 lbs at the vet versus the 28 lbs the humane society published.

So far, so good. My furry little companion is snoozing by my feet, after her peanut butter-filled Kong (a reward for being good at the vet).

The diet starts tomorrow.

Bon Appetit, and have a lovely weekend!

First Flowers of 2014 and An Odd Biking Day

Signs of Spring at Clementine Cottage are quite apparent now. Tulips popping up everywhere and the lilac bushes are in bloom.

The Opening Bouquet of the Season

I love love love flowers, and Clemmy's pre-existing rose bushes, lavender plants, and lilacs only added to her appeal. The lilacs and tulips have decided that this sunny week was the one to start displaying their beauty. And I cannot quite resist wanting to have some of said beauty inside.

Now, onto to odd biking stuff. My commute home involves an uphill switchback, a small hill, a bigger hill, and a brief upward slope followed by smooth sailing. As I was coming off the switchback this afternoon, another cyclist made a move to pass me. As she was doing so, she looked to her right (because she was passing properly) and said, "do you bike a lot?" Not sure whether she was being facetious (as I had slowed considerably), I answered, "I do.Why?" "You have strong legs", she responded, "I just noticed that. Go ahead" and dropped back.

Well, well. Here I am in my fou fou girl dress getting a compliment from a spandex-clad bike warrior. Almost made the young girl who shouted "SLUT!" at me from a car later worth it.

Bon Apetit, and have a beautiful weekend!

One Year Ago...

I received, into my hot little hands, the keys to my very own first house. A perfectly Cory-sized cottage complete with a wonderful front garden, an extra 250 feet of living/project space, and a terrific house-length back deck (among other attributes). I promptly named her Clementine, as it was so fitting.

I will publish some interior Before and After photos at a later date, but for now, here are some shots of what is happening in the Clementine garden, now that Spring has sprung.

Potatoes!

Left: Seckel Pear Tree, awash with blossoms.
Upper Right: Closeup of the garlic field.
Lower Right: So many little pea shoots, growing toward their supports.

Meyer Lemon Tree. So gloriously fragrant.

That's all I have for now.

Bon Apetit, and Happy Anniversary Clemmy!

Procrastination Part II, or I Made Cheese, and It Tastes Like Cheese!

I should be writing a speech right now. Because this is my chore for the evening (thank Dog this term is over soon), I also decided to check on the Gouda I made earlier this year. It has now been the requisite 60 days, so I sampled.

 

Oh dear Dog, it tastes like cheese. Like, actual cheese. Not Mascarpone or Ricotta. Hard, aged cheese! Just call me a proud squirrel right now. Tomorrow, I shall take some into the office to turn my buddies into guinea pigs.

Bon apetit, and have a lovely evening (I am back to my speech now)!

Prime Ways to Avoid Homework

This term, I am taking a class called Managerial Accounting. The subject matter of this course is exactly as exciting as it sounds. Not more, not less. The homework and quizzes are due Sunday by midnight. So, for the last 9 weeks, my Sunday routine has consisted of coming up with various ways of putting it off as long as possible. Then, feeling deep regret when I finally get around to doing the assigned work. Note here that this is an online course that I have the option of completing early, should I so desire. But did I bust my bottom and solidly work for a few extra hours each week and just get it done, thus reducing this torture? No. No I have not. Unlikely that I will, either.

So, what pray tell, am I doing today in my quest for procrastination? Let me enlighten you.

First off, canned beans! After an epic post-Challenge trip to the bulk section of Winco, I found myself in possession of several pounds of dried beans. I tend to be a raging cheapskate, and always go the dried bean route versus canned because it just costs SO MUCH LESS. However, I always somewhat resent the soaking/cooking process. Not out of laziness, but because of the fact that most recipes use about a cup of dried beans. I usually end up extrapolating up three or four times and freezing the rest for later use.  About a month or so ago, I ran into these instructions of how to home can beans. Well, well, I have a pressure canner that I am no longer petrified of, and dried beans. So, I gave it a shot. Easy peasy, and for roughly the same amount of time normally committed to soaking and cooking, I had nine pints of black and navy beans ready to just pull off the shelf and use. Hurrah! So, as I type, there are 9 jars of kidney and pink beans in the canner. Plus, Garbonzos, Mayo Cobas, and Red Beans pre-soaked for canning this week. The only downside to this process is that it makes the house smelly really "beany". Like, cooking pounds and pounds of beans "beany".

Still boiling, and will continue to do so for an hour or so.

Second, Lemon Pepper. Last year, I happened upon cheap Meyer Lemons and decided to make salted preserved lemons. And they sat in the fridge. Because I always forget they were there. They are quite delightful in the few recipes that I have used them in, however, a year later they were still hanging out in the back of my fridge, delicious and unloved. So, I threw them in the dehydrator yesterday, and blended them with peppercorns. The result is phenomenal. I am going to mix a bit of it with oil to dress a piece of Dover Sole that's been kicking about the freezer for a while for dinner. And make little grunts of piggy joy while I consume it. The master plan though is to use it when tuna season rolls around and I buy a whole fish. Dress filets and vacuum freeze. More grunts of piggy joy to follow.

Lastly, I am nearly out of half and half, so naturally I will have to make a grocery trip. One cannot be out of half and half. Oh! And I will have to flip the Cotswold and check on the new Parmesan.

Gouda with a little speck of mold in the lower right, which had to be removed.

Parmesan. Already had mold to be wiped off. Only about 50 weeks until it's ready!

 And write this confessional. Yes, yes, things that must be done.

Then, homework. Sigh.

Bon apetit, and have a beautiful week!