Maybe finally clean Ethel. Poor girl needs a proper scrub.
But first I'm headed out the door to meet the Corn Man. He's at the corner (we live in a rural area), and has the best corn.
Last weekend when we hit his stand he was sold out. He invited us to his farm and oh my gosh, what fun to pick fresh corn and get eggs from his chickens. Country living rocks.
Speaking of country living, dig my outdoor office. The lab (our kitchen), is attached to the back deck.
Okay, Bubblebutts and Boogerheads, the Corn Man has string beans waiting for me, and I'm exciting to cook those babies up Hungarian-style. I also love to eat the beans raw or juice them. So flippin' good.
After that I'll hit Tim Horton's and possibly run into Aldi to see what's on clearance. The other day I scored organic baby kale and organic grass feed beef for killer prices.
Must dash. Smell ya'later gators.
|What I see from my cafe table, where I write.|
|What I see when I look straight up.|
|Miss Wiggy under my writing table and stool.|
|Corn we picked right from the Corn Man's farm.|