The first is from a rainy day spent land-hunting-dreaming in WV. We stopped at the top of a mountain, knocking on the door of a cabin that appeared to be for sale. No response, so we wandered and poked and got dripped on. Fynn clutched his precious juice bottle for dear life. When he saw me posting this photo, he asked if “that juice was all mine? It’s all mine, isn’t it?” We don’t drink much juice I guess, and I do tend to make the boys share bottles of it. I love the green cast around their eyes.
I gave Fynn green yogurt once, long ago. Only once. The results were hilarious to me, as his motor coordination wasn’t so hot.
Making salsa is a summer tradition. I make (and can) as much as I find the time and money for. I didn’t get that much done this year, and missed the last couple weeks of Romas at the market, so picked up a bag of tomatillos to make some salsa verde. They were gorgeous to me, swirling ever so slowly in the pot. I wasn’t so sold on the taste in the end, sadly. There’s still a half-eaten jar in the fridge that keeps getting shoved to the back of the shelf.
Happy Monday, and perhaps, just maybe, you’ll see me around a bit more this week. I’m toying with the idea of NaBloPoMo and all that.