Last night Michele came over, and we had breakfast for dinner. Gluten-free pancakes and pumpkin butter, sausages, and tiny little potatoes from the garden. The potatoes were fried in oil with salt, pepper, rosemary, Webers mustard, and maple syrup.
I keep thinking about the potatoes. I think I’m in love with the potatoes. I may make them again for lunch. We have so many tiny potatoes, I could eat them every day for a week.
One potato rules them all.
I hadn’t downloaded the photos from my camera since July. If you’re interested, you can catch up on all the Wadsgreen shenanigans at my Flickr. Here are the things that have happened (pictorially):
* Stella’s birthday party, with booze and cupcakes, then trespassing on an abandoned dock in Eastie for a view of the skyline
* A surprise vacation for Jason to Ann Arbor to see some of his favorite people
* Gratuitous cat photos
* Chillaxing with Steph and Ollie, including an amazing fritatta and a bonus trip to the dog beach
* Watching the DNC speeches with the friends with whom I watched the ‘04 debates
* Driving from Chicago directly into a plate full of steak and corn, fresh off the grill
* Going to my 11-year high school reunion, which had a 30% attendance rate
* Bonding with long-lost high school friends over the Twilight trilogy
* Learning about this fun game that includes $10 worth of equipment from Lowes and some frisbees. I rank it higher than corn hole.
My friend Michele has been busting her ass to start a responsible, sustainable, organic pet store. She’s succeeded, and now you can go bask in the joy that is Lucky Dog Organics! Michele has the wise combination of an eye for cute aesthetics, and a firm view on what’s actually good for your animal.
I can tell you firsthand that Stellaaa loves the bonito flakes.
We’re holding off giving Ms. Physics VonBarf her cake, since she seems to TOTALLY FREAK OUT about catnip.
Everywhere interesting to take a picture is too dark. I’m at an All
Tomorrows Parties curated music fest at a built-in-the-70s-creepy,
dilapidated resort near Monticello, NY. Jason and the male half of
Sparkleyforks are watching Dinosaur Jr. I’ve seen Thurston Moore,
Edan, Shellac, The Drones, Harmonia, Autolux, Mogwai, Bob Moyld, EPDM,
Trail of Dead, and a blur of others. I left Dinosaur Jr early in
exchange for a bit of knitting time before this chocolate cake wears
off and I crash in bed.I’m going to totally miss My Bloody Valentine,
but that’s OK. Jason promised to wake me up for the 1:30 showing of
the 1960 French horror film “Eyes Without a Face”. We’ll see if I
actually get up and go.
Two dozen bagels, mostly in the freezer now. I’m tired.
Due to the general slump and a specific print-media slump, Bitch magazine is on shaky ground. Other magazines with giant parent companies have the capital to weather these bumpy times. Bitch is nonprofit, and that generally means go down fighting.
They need $40,000 before October 15 to print the next issue. You can donate here. You can also buy a subscription (that’s what I did, along with a donation), or send a subscription to someone else - it helps Bitch, and it definitely falls into the category of a gift that keeps on giving. The first person to send a year’s subscription to a friend and comments on it will receive a year’s subscription from me. Yay, altruism abound!
Even once they reach the mark, that means they’ve covered the *next* issue, not that they’re sitting pretty. Go on, donate!
(Also, doesn’t Andi Zeisler look like a certain Kate B.?)
Tomatoes, acorn sqash, oregano, peppers, carrots, dill, coriander, and
lavender. (Not all seen.)
Thoreau leads us around the replica of his cabin.
