Saturday, July 31, 2010
Friday, July 30, 2010
But. That hasn't really happened. I mean aside from my mother's doubt (and, really, she's the last person who should doubt my ability to throw a thrifty chic soiree).
I guess she thinks that approximately $10,000 gets you something like this
Complete with a Coors Light tower and a dance floor made out of exhausted liquor boxes.
Or [cue shudder] this beauty
Are those flutes REAL GLASS?! Whoa.
I'm not super caught up in having the "right" anything, and to be fair I'm not huge on pink or flowers. So maybe someone loves the second picture. In 1997. And the first one would be totally fine, and maybe even overkill, for a very casual summer barbecue.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Wednesday, July 28, 2010
I would LOVE to do something like this, but...that's a lot of construction. And I only have about 90 square feet of space.
Monday, July 26, 2010
Sunday, July 25, 2010
Friday, July 23, 2010
Via Peacock Feathers, items created by Kate Spade.
How.frigging.genius. Clutch purses made to look like literary classics. I think these would make fantastic accessories for bridesmaids in a literary-inspired wedding (which I feel like I keep seeing all over the intertubes lately).
It gave me an idea to create basically the same thing, but instead of making it a hard box, to silkscreen the cover design onto heavyweight fabric and make a sort of envelope clutch. I think it'd be relatively easy to do, and REALLY easy to personalize after figuring it out the first time.
Ohhh how my ambition gets ahead of me...
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Ummm...that's a fan video, d00ds. Like, as in not at all affiliated with or being paid by the band. As in "I just liked this song a lot and created a video to accompany it." I can't even imagine how long this must've taken Mr. Askew to create. I wonder if he has a job. Wow.
So I'm going to sew an outfit. For the first time in a few years. Because the last time I did so I nearly had a nervous breakdown. Or maybe I did and I just didn't know that's what it was. And my sewing machine ended up broken. So, yeah, there's been a bit of a hiatus. But the machine's long since been fixed, and I'm ready.
And I'm thinking of making something like this:
My Grandma JJ gave me a huge bag of off-white curtains she'd replaced a few years ago...it's this great brocade stuff, and they were really long curtains, so they'd be perfect to use to make a wintery dress and coat.
Wintery? Ceej, it's supposed to be 100 degrees the day after tomorrow.
Yeah yeah yeah. I know. But it's not FOR now. Either of these outfits, made out of the ex-curtains would be SUPER cute for engagement pictures. Which I'm thinking will be taken over the winter.
Our wedding is going to be Labor Day weekend of next year. So it will be hot. And it will be in a forest, essentially. So we'll have plenty of "hey, look, we're totes down with nature!" shots of ourselves. I'm thinking winter in NYC (our photographer lives very close to the big apple, in Connecticut) would be gorgeous. And very stylistic. I would SO be rocking mad of them false lashes.
And then I can wear the outfit to leave the wedding! At least the dress, if not the whole ensemble. I really miss the days of, you know, yore. When the couple would change into their "traveling clothes" to head straight out to the honeymoon. I'm on a constant crusade to make bygone trends mandatory in the present. It's just how I roll.
Here's what I want Leaf to wear for the pictures...and the wedding...and every day ever:
Maybe not necessarily in a shiny fabric. But I need him to wear skinny suits. All the time. I'm always trying to trick him into shopping in the boys' section of department stores. Dude's got an awesome body, and I just want to confirm that constantly, OK? Geez. Why do you think I'm marrying him? I haven't even had a conversation with the guy in the past year. But that's probably because I'm putting super tight clothes on him and getting distracted.
But back to my unfounded sewing ambition.
Obviously a dress with sleeves and a collar AND a coat with sleeves is pretty intense after not sewing anything for a couple of years. So I think my first project will be a simple dress. Maybe a maxi since zomg I love them so much!
And I think I even have fabric that would be perfect for this, too! Have you noticed I'm kind of in love with vintage patterns? Yeah. It's a little bit of a problem. But they're cheaper than the brand new ones, and I just end up finding vintage patterns that match what I want MUCH more closely than their new counterparts.
After I make that one, I'll attempt maxi dress nirvana:
See that beauty on the far right? I don't know that I've ever seen a more perfect summer dress for myself. Shirtdress style without buttons to pop off?! And maxi length? Holy Janome sewing machine, Batman!
Remember this day. The day that I'm excited about sewing and haven't started a project yet. One week from now I'm going to be complaining about the aches in my neck and facing that isn't fusible and running out of bobbins. Get ready, people.
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
So I ran 1 mile. Just 1. How lame. I totally wanted to keep going. But my mother had gotten me all kinds of paranoid about lightning. And I drove home 100% soaked and dripping while my car windows fogged around me. As soon as I walked in the door I went upstairs to change. I put on pajamas because...well, I don't know why. The nightgown in my closet was just calling my name, OK? Land sakes alive.
And I'm sitting on my couch, in a nightgown and flip flops when I catch someone bounding up the front steps out of the corner of my eye. And there's a knock. And I'm all, "man, I hope my car didn't roll into someone else's car and cause thousands and thousands of dollars of damage," and, "no one can see me in this.*"
So as I run to the door, I throw on one of Leaf's button-up shirts which he thankfully left on the back of a living room chair, and clutch it around myself. And then I open the door. And it's our neighbor who fed Carlos while we were in Hilton Head. And I'm looking...highly suspect. Dude's just trying to return our house key. And I'm there, hair in a wet, frizzy ponytail, makeup running, holding a plain shirt closed like there's something to see, with a flowery nightgown skirt sticking out below it.
I am just really too classy for Wilmington. Really.
*It's not like it's lingerie or anything, it's just a regular nightgown. But I don't wear SHORTS because they show too much leg is how I roll. I don't attend church with BARE SHOULDERS. My neighbors must never ever ever see my nightgowns. Ever.
As soon as we narrowly won a fight with a parking meter on 4th Street, we hightailed it to the church.
Which was in an alley.
A partially cobblestoned alley.
Apparently it's the oldest Catholic church in Philadelphia.
Through this gated, arched entrance there's a decent-sized courtyard, and on the opposite side is the entrance to the church itself.
I didn't get any pictures of the courtyard because when we walked back to the entrance it looked like they were locking the gate for the night.
I found this photo on the intertubes, though. It was pretty. And the woman behind us had a really lovely voice, so I told her as much as we were leaving. I thought our voices sounded pretty good together. Leaf said he would totally go to that concert. I told him it would be the most boring concert ever. Albeit harmonious. But honestly who wants to pay to listen to that? No one. Well, except Leaf. Who would try to start a 1-man mosh pit. And before you get all, "that poor woman had to stand there and listen to you geniuses during all of this?" No. She didn't. I told her she had a beautiful voice, and that was it. She was spared. You're welcome, lady.
Still feeling victorious after our triumph over ye olde parking meter (not to mention a REALLY awesome parking spot) we decided to walk around a little.
And ended up at Eulogy, which I had tried and failed to lead my family to back in January when I/we took my youngest sister to get her industrial piercing. I needed vindication. And tasty, tasty Belgian beer. Both of which I got.
At the end of the meal, though, we asked about desserts and it turns out they only have one per night. One. A[h] dessert. So the waiter told us to go to Franklin Fountain.
Which we did.
Because we're obedient.
And you also should. 'Cause it's adorbs.
And because they carry Manhattan Special, which I've never seen outside of New York, except when I've ordered it and paid crazy amounts of shipping charges. Mmmmmmmsogooooooddd. Even people who don't like coffee (who are just RIDICULOUS and probably should have their tastebud privileges revoked) love Manhattan Special.
Do you know what this entire blog post amounts to? I bet you don't.
My dad's perfect evening!
I mean, if it were exactly as described above, plus there were sailing. But aside from that, totally perfect.
-Historical, JESUIT Catholic church and mass
-Belgian beer and food
It just doesn't seem fair.
Sorry, Dad. Hopefully you were watching Project Runway while sitting on a gorgeous gold couch, and eating sushi followed by pecan pie, and organizing your upcoming social engagements on your MacBook. No? Hm. There's always next Sunday.
My future sister-in-law, Robyn, showed us to her bunk, and then all the families of the kids in that bunk area gathered in a big circle to do some group activities. First we went around the circle to introduce ourselves, and my father-in-law to-be was made to go first. The instructions were to provide the following information:
1. Your name
2. Who you knew at camp
3. Name your favorite kid at camp
4. If you'd ever been before
He successfully got through the first and second, pointing out Robyn...and then started pointing out and naming his other kids in the circle. And said he loved them equally. As well as his other 3 kids who weren't there. And Jesus.
Because that's what you do at Jew camp. Talk about how you love Jesus.
About 5 minutes after that, during the next activity, which called for us to embody inanimate objects (during this particular round, moustaches) my totally appropriate and politically correct fiance Heiled Hitler. Seriously.
I want to post a picture for a visual reference, just to hammer that point home, but as I am NOT Jewish I'm probably not allowed. If you know The Foliage, please try to imagine this. The horror. The turning and feeling as though life is in slow motion as you realize what's happening. The straight arm and the glowingly self-satisfied bearded face, illuminated by sunlight through the trees on a hot summer's day. Noticing in your peripheral vision everyone around you dropping their jaws simultaneously.
Welcome to my future.
Friday, July 16, 2010
I am the last of the Great Grand Masters of the Knights Templar Inner Circle, apparently. I went to the main site for this "religion" and it is INSANE. Insanely hilarious, I mean. That means I'm somewhat similar to the Flying Spaghetti Monster. You should probably bow to me.
I am a lackluster artist.
I am a vlogger with a penchant for George Carlin and techno.
I am a future owner.
I am a total f*cking commie.
Via Miss Rachel's Pantry
This adorbs vintage dish. Filled with homemade summer vegetable pot pie. Which I can totally have! For free!
If I win the giveaway.
However, no one's entered yet and the first entry NEVER wins. And so I'm waiting. To be at least the second entry. So one of you (in the Phildelphia area) should enter. Like, now.
What? She's in Philadelphia? You're going to drive to Philadelphia (if you win) for a vegan pot pie? HELLZ YEAH I AM! Rachel made some amazing hors d'oeuvres for a black tie party I threw a couple years ago, so I KNOW this chick can cook. Even my anti-soy friends were raving about her Tofu Pan-Seared Garlic Lemon Scallops with Tempeh Bacon. And don't forget - it's a dish IN a dish. Total score.
So please. If you love me, go enter. Now. Five minutes ago. Plz.
Edit: my main blogsqueeze totes entered. Nice! If she wins I'll for defs pick it up for her and then invite myself over for dinner. Shyeahhhh!!!
Thursday, July 15, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
I searched my GoogleReader feeds for "plum" and found this:
Plum Raspberry Sorbet
Ohhhhh, goodness. I wants. And aside from raspberries, we already have everything for it!
After sending the link to The Foliage, he suggested we make the vegan version of the Oreo Truffles we'd made this past Winter to accompany the sorbet.
My initial reaction was something along the lines of, "What do you mean 'accompany'? I am NOT standing over the hot stove, fighting with candy coating. And then transporting it on a day when it's supposed to rain, so it gets wet AND melts. That is 100% ridiculous." It might have been a tad harsh. Maybe even hasty. Possibly.
Then I did another search and came across a Dulce de Leche cake. Which made go, "oooh, yeah" in a way that will make my mother uncomfortable when she reads it. Probably due in large part to the fact that the cake was shown prepared in ramekins, and I can't ever resist individual packaging. Buuuut that cake had a lot of dairy action happening - more than I thought I could probably substitute for - so I kept looking, by then having decided there must be some sort of baked good on the dessert plate.
Which led me to this. Which I can't get a picture of into this blog entry. So you're just going to have to click and drool. Click. And. Drool. Chai Cake with Honey Ginger Cream. Oh, goodness.
It looks like it'll be pretty easy to adapt to be dairy-free. I normally just get soy milk to sub in for cow's, but I think in this recipe I'll go with almond milk. Maybe if I'm feeling saucy I'll even make some myself. But, yeah, probably not. I'll probably just buy it. What with the fact that I'll be making 2 desserts in a pretty short amount of time in my itsy bitsy kitchen. Maybe I'll even do my first step-by-step cooking post! I get way too excited about this blog. Really.
Note: I took all the pictures in this post with my iPhone.
Clockwise from the top:
-Plums (our first fruit share delivery!), 1 pint? Ish? Bag weighs about 1.5-2 pounds.
-Detroit Red Beets
-Cucumbers, 1 pint
-Red Potatoes, 2 pounds
More Different Note: Scroll to the bottom of this post for information about joining the Lancaster CSA mid-season!
My Ship (the 50% of my best friends who doesn't care about books unless they detail Victoria Beckham's thoughts on blue jeans as they pertain to life) came over to catch up and have dinner last night.
In addition to the stuff we got in our share this week, I still had a lot of vegetables left from prior week's shares, but I really didn't want to bother with potentially spoiled produce. (Haven't had a chance to do a full fridge-eval since getting back Sunday night.) However! Some of the leftover produce in my kitchen was potatoes! Like, 4 pounds of potatoes. And they were totally fine. Sweet! I also went out to the garden and picked some ripe green beans. We used to have more, but the nasturtium is going NUTS and choking everything but the tomatoes.
So I made Rosemary Roasted Potatoes and MadeUp Salad.
|From Food 7/13/10|
For the potatoes:
-2 pounds potatoes, chopped into bite-size pieces
-1/2 cup olive oil
-5 or 6 cloves of garlic, minced
-2 tablespoons rosemary, chopped
Boil the potatoes in salted water until just fork-tender. Drain well, then toss with remaining ingredients. Spread in even layer on baking sheet and cook at 375F for 25 minutes or until lightly browned.
|From Food 7/13/10|
For the salad:
-1 pint cherry tomatoes, halved
-Handful green beans, roughly chopped
-1/2 yellow onion, minced
-1 cucumber, quartered and sliced
-1/4 cup balsamic vinegar
Toss together. It's best to let it sit for a few minutes to let the vinegar soak in. Before I packed up the leftovers, I tore up a few (7? Maybe?) basil leaves from a potted plant in the dining room and threw those in, too.
|From Food 7/13/10|
It was pretty derish. And it worked out perfectly! Ship loved it, and The Foliage totes hates cucumbers and tomatoes! Word.
My next challenge: the plums.
|From Food 7/13/10|
I've never used plums before. I've hardly even eaten them. And these are so small I thought maybe the CSA people had misplaced their meds and had actually given me cherries. But then I ate one and realized I shouldn't doubt people who devote their lives to farm cooperatives. They're about the size of cherry tomatoes and are mildly tart at the center, surrounding the pit.
This Friday we're going to Philadelphia for Shabbat dinner at The Foliage's aunt and uncle's house. I'm thinking I'll make a dessert with these to take with us. But I really have NO experience with them whatsoever. And whatever I make will have to be 100% dairy-free since it'll be a fleishik meal. I'm going to look up some options, but suggestions are appreciated!
If you want to join the Lancaster Farm Fresh CSA for the remainder of the 2010 season:
-Go here to see whether there is a location you can get to easily each week.
-Click "CSA" and then "sign in" to create a new account
-Send your payment
-Start picking up deliciousness and stop worrying about questionable grocery store produce!
August Start: (17 weeks of produce)
Vegetable Full Share $471 (7 to 12 items per week) = $27.71/week
Vegetable Half Share $288 (4 to 9 items per week) = $16.94/week (this is what we have!)
Fruit Share $102 (one to two varieties of seasonal fruit per week) = $6.00/week
The person who sent me the information above also said:
"To begin receiving a share in August, they should fill out an application before July 23rd. After that date, we will begin accepting applications for September. We will not be able to process orders until we receive payment (postmarked by July 23rd)."
"Although the invoice will read the full amount for each type of share, they should only pay the prorated amount. We can help out with this as needed. Checks should be make out to Lancaster Farm Fresh Cooperative and mailed to Lancaster Farm Fresh Cooperative, Attention: CSA. 48 Eagle Drive, Leola, PA 17540. I hope this helps and please feel free to email back or call us at (717) 656-3533 with any questions."
And remember that if you're not in this area, there is probably a CSA near you, and they might have a mid-season start option as well.
There's a scene in a nightclub where one of the characters dances to The Velvet Underground's "Oh! Sweet Nuthin" and it is...just absolutely heartbreaking. I don't want to ruin the story for anyone, and to be clear the movie overall is not a downer. But that one scene...it was SO well acted. You really feel the despair and love between the couple.
Anyway. That song has been in my head since last night, but I can't hear it without seeing the woman's devastated and numb face. I really hope today picks up.
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
1. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger
We listened to this, like, I don't know...it was a while ago. Late 2009. We REALLY liked the first third of the book. It made us want to go to Chicago (which is where the book takes place...I've been there a few times but my brain refuses to remember any geographic layouts ever, so I recognized approximately 2 references). The middle of the book slowed down and by the end I was just praying for one or both of the main characters to die, I was so over them. I'm pretty sure The Foliage shared the sentiment. If he didn't, I don't really care, I'm still going to say he did because this is my blog and maybe one day when he's a big kid he can have his own blog, and subsequently his own opinions.
2. Shutter Island by Dennis Lehane
This one was purchased while we waited for Senor Nearly Blindo's prescription sunglasses to be hewn from a magical rock they call "polarized" before we began our drive to Hilton Head. I'd been intrigued by the trailers for this movie, but I'm also what kids these days are calling a "pansy" and was pretty sure seeing it would make me cry. The book, though? The book I could totally handle! Score!
It was reeeeeeally slow to start, but overall we liked it. We figured out the twist about halfway through, though. I think if we had physically read it we would've gotten it even sooner. For reasons which I will not discuss in case you haven't read it or seen the movie. Anyway, my confidence is now bolstered and I'm looking forward to watching it. Especially because Mark Ruffalo plays the sidekick and I love him. More than I probably should.
I'd like to mention that we were looking for Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil but they didn't have it. 50% of my best friends told me I had to read it in preparation for visiting Savannah. I totes let her down and instead got...
3. The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo by Stieg Larsson Reg Keeland
This is another favorite of 50% of my best friends, so I got this kind of as a consolation. To her. Which, yeah, I know, doesn't actually make sense. But she loves it and she and I usually agree on which books do or do not pwn. However, when I told her about this development, she was VERY displeased. Because books are meant to be held. Is how she feels. Adamantly.
Yeah, well, I'm a total narcoleptic in vehicles (...and all the time, but especially in vehicles) and audio books are the only thing I've found that keep me awake consistently.
Except this one. It stayed in the CD player for maybe an hour, if that. Maybe because the reader was British? Maybe because it was taking WAY TOO EFFING LONG TO CONNECT ANY PLOT POINTS? I don't know. It's a mystery.
Ha! It actually is a mystery! Ohhhh I love puns!
So, yeah, that was EJECTED and we had to make an emergency stop at Cracker Barrel to get a replacement, which was...
4. The Physick Book of Deliverance Dane by Katherine Howe
I'm about two-thirds of the way through this now. My co-listener pretty much lost interest, and honestly I don't care that much what happens either, but sometimes I get pointlessly invested in things emotionally, and I "have" to see them through, otherwise I feel like a failure. At life. So I'm finishing it in order to not suffer LifeFail via audio book.
It's about a present-day (well, 1990s) American History doctoral student, and a family affected by the Salem Witch Trials. It reads like a Lifetime movie. Which is pretty much what you'd expect from a Cracker Barrel, so it's not like we were led astray under false pretences or anything. It was by FAR the most interesting-looking thing on the rack.
The cool thing about the book, though, is that it was written by an actual doctoral student who specializes in the history of that period, so a lot of the details are factual. AND she's a descendant of two of the women involved in the trials.
Any suggestions for the future? I'm thinking about getting the audio version of a classic I've loved like Grapes of Wrath or For Whom the Bell Tolls but I'm wary of trying to focus on that and the road at the same time. Or missing nuances because I'm not seeing the page. I'm a big fan of "reading" this way, though. I feel like it's so easy to not expose yourself to new books once you're out of school. Thanks, adulthood. You.are.the.best.
Monday, July 12, 2010
"...there’s no limit to how many shares we can sell ... We will pro-rate them through the end of the season. The more shares we sell, the better it is for the program, the shareholders and the farmers!"
I totally thought you had to sign up before the harvest season started! Email email@example.com for information.
This week we started getting fruit, too. I can't WAIT to get my fresh produce back to my infested house!
No, no one broke into our house. None of our stuff has been stolen.
So how would I know what it feels like? GOOD QUESTION.
Jump to several months ago.
I don't know exactly how long ago, which plays into how absolutely stupid I am, but it was probably still pretty cold outside.
So several months ago The Foliage* and I noticed that there were some light brown spots on our sheets. They were scattered pretty randomly, and not really concentrated anywhere, so we figured something must have gotten into the washing machine. And since linens usually get washed all by their lonesome, we didn't have any other items to check against this theory.
Over the past few months, more and more spots have appeared. We continued to rely on the laundry explanation.
About a month ago my right arm started itching. Some days it was just the back of my hand or my fingers. Other days my wrist would be almost unbearable. Usually the area I scratched would just turn red, and I thought maybe I was having a reaction to our laundry detergent*. I had had a reaction to some magical as-yet-unknown-something during my senior year of high school - also on the back of my right hand - that itched and spread and swelled and hurt. So I thought it could've maybe been something similar to that. I just have a history of dermatitis issues, OK? My skin freaking out is not generally cause for concern! Sheesh.
Anyway, no bumps appeared where I scratched...my skin would just be read and splotchy for a while, so it seemed like maybe it was plant-related since I couldn't find any bites. But THEN my left arm/hand/fingers started itching, too. We guessed maybe the humidity was doing weird things to my skin. Or something.
You totally see where this is going, don't you? Right? Well, I am JEALOUS because I honestly did not.
Then. Last night. Oh my gawd.
We drove home from Hilton Head - making a few stops along the way to stretch our legs at the Carolina Premium Outlets and then to have dinner at Cafe Green with some of my future siblings-in-law - over the course of the day yesterday. It was a loooooooong long drive. When we got home, we noticed that my future dad-in-law had left us a voicemail, while he was in Philadelphia, asking if he could stay at our house, rather than driving all the way back to DC, which of course was fine.
So by the time we went to bed, we were exhausted. I went to bed first (around 1:45 or so), and I saw a small bug on my pillowcase, but I didn't worry about it. Which is weird because I loathe bugs, as I think I've mentioned before. I had opened the windows to air out the house, though, and just thought something small must've flown in. The menfolk stayed up a little bit later than I did, and The Foliage came upstairs around 2:30.
He noticed the tiny being next to my head and said something about it, so I sleep-mumbled about having seen it and the windows and blaaahhhhdrooooool. He removed it, and then went to bed, freaked out.
A few minutes later, he poked me in the back, and I opened my eyes. He had turned the light on, and as the room came into focus, I looked down and the bed was TEEMING with bugs. Bed. F*cking. Bugs. Everywhere. I jumped out of bed and started slapping them off of my arms and legs, and the two of us just stood there, wide-eyed and not sure what to do. Our houseguest was downstairs on the couch and we didn't want to wake him up, but WHERE THE EFF DO YOU GO?!
How did they get there? Who brought them in? Had we unknowingly contaminated anything else? We checked as best as we could to make sure we'd gotten them off of ourselves, and then set up our air mattress in my room. It took another hour and a half to calm down enough to actually sleep. For, oh, 3 or 4 luxurious hours.
What do we do now? We don't know what has or hasn't been affected.
And here's why I feel SO OVERLY AMAZINGLY stupid: I totally KNEW all of the symptoms of bed bug infestation because I've SEEN it. When we went to Virginia Beach last year for Labor Day, one of the girls in the room was bitten all over by them, and we looked up all of this stuff. I feel like I totally failed myself and my fiance for not noticing this earlier. Or preventing it somehow. I don't know.
So now I feel totally violated. Like I can't relax in my own house. Where could I relax? Maybe every surface has bugs hidden below. And how do you even DEAL with this? We are definitely burning the mattress and box spring and all the linens. But what about the rug? Or the carpet just outside of the bedroom? Or EVERY OTHER SQUARE INCH OF OUR HOUSE?
I'm completely embarrassed that this has even happened, and the only reasons I'm posting about it are
1. It's all I can think about today anyway, so that's the only way you're getting a post out of me, and
2. Maybe someone else has had the same experience and has also been really ashamed by it. I feel like I did in grade school when the nurse came around to all the classes to check for lice. Which I'll blog about another time because this post is officially too long. The point is: I can not be the only person who has had this experience. I just can't be.
Anyone? Anyone? Bueller?
*Yeah, OK, so I don't care about name references in general, but I just like calling him by his blogname. I think it reads better.
**Seriously, could I rely on the laundry more? But I ferreal had a really bad skin reaction a few years ago, when the two of us first started dating, due to the purchase of lavender-scented detergent by my sister. I wouldn't let him get to second base 'cause I had a rash across my stomach. Good story, I know. I KNOW. You are so welcome.
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Friday, July 2, 2010
3 green zucchini – certified organic – Autumn Blend Organics
2 lemon cucumbers – certified organic – Elm Tree Organics
1 head green cabbage – certified organic – Green Valley Organics
1 bag red slicing tomatoes – certified organic – Green Valley Organics
1 bag pickling cucumbers – certified organic – Meadow Brook and Deer Hollow Organics – 2 lbs
1 bag mini-white cucumbers – certified organic – Liberty Branch Farm – 1 lb
That's what the fab Mrs. Techy will be picking up* this coming week at the Harvest Market in Hockessin! Whooooo!! Congrats, dudette!
*Just got the updated list today. Holla.