Do you know that parsley is so easy to grow from seeds? I learned it from my first year of gardening. It grows abundantly in my north-facing backyard. It looks good too in my 6-inch raised bed in the porch although not as pretty-blossom-happy as the ones in the back yard. Continue reading
First day of spring yesterday. Look at my backyard. It is almost ready for a vegetable garden. Here I plan to grow pesticide free corn, peppers, tomatoes, okra, eggplant, and peas. Oh, I may also plant melons, zucchini…I get ambitious. If I get to be successful, I’d be eating lots of anti-breast cancer foods. Maybe I can grow broccolli, leafy greens, and other stuff too. I wish.
“They look like butts, mom.”
“No they don’t.”
“Yes, they do. Even Charlene says so,” pointing to his sister who lays in the couch with wet was cloth on her forehead.
She has a fever from the flu. Barely opening her eyes she looks at the bread on the table with a smile on her face.
They are tan and soft. If only some body parts are easy to reconstruct like this. But, hey, butt-looking or not, they taste heavenly good.
Remember the I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter ad with the melting “buttery” spread and steaming hot bread served up in heaven?
Can you tell I am feeling good? Good bye flu. And leave my daughter too.
Actually, this is my only head band–hand made angora wool (maroon red) that gives a glow on my face. A co worker knitted it for my super short and thin baby hair.
I am still on remission everyone. This week I revisit my plastic surgeon. Yup, my time with him isn’t over yet. A redo of tatooing is in my future, something to do with “pink tattoos don’t go in that spot for dark browned Asians like me” :-).
I am baking monay bread this afternoon. I finally got the energy and time after forced bed rest from the flu bug that hit me. Just when I am feeling better, my youngest woke up with a temp of 104.8 with the other signs and symptoms that go along with influenza.
Soup and bread for dinner tonight. Too bad, I can’t invite anyone over.