Getting Our Seeds in a Row

So you’re supposed to get your ducks in a row, but we’re getting our seeds in a row. If all goes well, we’ll be the proud owners of a house on several acres sometime Monday. And Scott has every intention of starting to plant a (late) summer garden on Tuesday evening. We’re excited.


Also, I didn’t know until today that corn seed is pink when you buy it. I’m sure there’s a very good reason for that, but I think it’s funny anyway.

Peachy Keen

It’s summer, and in our house, that has come to mean peach season.  I wasn’t ever much of a peach fan growing up, but it turns out that summer would be incomplete to my husband without dozens and dozens of peaches.  

Last week, we ended up at our favorite homemade peach ice cream spot in the mountains.  My mom was in town for a few days, and we’ll take just about any excuse to get delicious ice cream.  We also ended up with almost half a bushel of fresh peaches in our kitchen (thanks, Mom!).  

So what are you supposed to do with all of that fresh fruit when there are only two people eating?  Cook it into things.

We had a successful dinner the other night of “Savory Peach Chicken” from the Food Network (recipe here).  Is it wrong that my favorite part of the whole thing was the toasted almonds?  Scott liked lots of things about it, so the recipe is worth a try for sure.

But the real winner was last night’s Peach and Raspberry Crisp from Ina Garten (recipe here).  


photo by Melanie Acevedo

Ina isn’t Scott’s favorite TV chef, but I do kind of like her.  You know what I especially like about her today?  Her peach raspberry crisp.  It’s amazing!!  (I don’t like overuse of the exclamation point, so please take note of that double exclamation.)  I semi-swore off dessert for a while, but I just couldn’t resist a small serving, which I consumed in under sixty seconds.  

Even the process of making the crisp was fun.  It was my first time to drop peaches in boiling water to get the skins off easily, and it worked like a charm.  I loved seeing how the skin color variations reached onto the surface of the peaches themselves.  Beautiful.

And biting into the peach crisp didn’t disappoint.  The raspberries gave it a slightly different twist from the standard peach dessert, and the topping was the best mix of crisp and cakey.  Om nom nom.  This is my favorite crisp/cobbler recipe I’ve made in the past few years.  And that’s even despite how difficult it was to incorporate cold pieces of butter into the dry topping mix without a mixer… can’t wait to have our kitchen back!

So that’s all that’s going on today.  Daydreaming about last night’s crisp and trying to forget that it’s still in our fridge.

We also played mini golf last night.  I did great except for those two holes with 6 strokes each.  Ha ha.  Turns out that if I miss par, I get kind of loosey goosey with my golf.

Soaking It Up

This post needs a really quick disclaimer: I’m fully aware that skin cancer is a real and dangerous possibility.  With that in mind, there aren’t many things that feel as good as some quality time in the sun.  The heat soaking into your skin just feels healthy.

A friend and I were talking about that as we walked away from the beach on Saturday.  Sure, three hours in the sun got us one step closer to skin cancer, but we felt like we’d been on a good run.  A dip in the ocean definitely helped with the fake health factor, too, since there’s nothing like salty skin to make you think you had a great workout.  There’s at least some value in extra Vitamin D, right?  Add a sandwich with lots of green stuff, a few grapes, and a light breeze, and sitting on your bum in the sand never felt so beneficial.

The rest of the weekend included wearing my favorite summer dress on Sunday, some grilling action that evening, and a long afternoon nap wedged neatly between the two.  If Car Talk and some time on the porch had been added to the Saturday morning docket, all of the perfect summer bases would have been covered.  All in all, it was a great weekend for saying goodbye to the height of summer.  There are still plenty of warm days left in Virginia this year, but the sun is setting earlier, football season is a few short days away, and the U.S. Open started today.  All signs point to fall.

Other weekend tidbits include a dream about a serial killer attacking me in a sauna that was conveniently connected to the grocery store.  He was planning to kill me with a scalpel, starting with my feet.  He thankfully only got one or two slices into the job before I woke up.  I knew there was a good reason to not like saunas.  Also, I was reminded that I talk in my sleep.  Good thing the room-sharing nights didn’t coincide with the serial killer night, as that probably would have made for weird commentary.

Finally, in canine news, my parents added a new dog to their household yesterday.  Welcome to the family, Moresby!  And my much-loved dog turns 5(ish) years old today.  Or you could call it our third anniversary.  I technically have no idea how old he is or when he was born.  It’s somewhat miraculous that I remember that date at all, since I haven’t ever for the life of me been able to remember that type of thing with boyfriends.  I think it might have to do with the heartworm pills I give him on the same day every month (dog, not boyfriends).  If I get married someday, will I have to give my husband heartworm pills so I won’t forget our anniversary?  At least he’d be extra-healthy.  Then I’ll send him out to get some sun (and it all comes back around).

[Thanks for the flip flops picture, JosieRodgers.]

Home Grown [Tomatoes, Earwigs, Clicky Bugs]

Among other things like watching the World Cup and eating ice cream out of a gutter (mmm), this weekend included some gardening.

I’m super pleased to say that I now have a hydrangea bush by my front steps.  Its flowers are lime green.  And while I was calculating space for that (and recalculating lots of times, deciding each time that the space available wasn’t big enough for the plant’s future growth, then deciding that I’d worry about that later in true Scarlett O’Hara style), I replaced a few other plants as well.

Some of my productive plants are taking their job very seriously.  This is part of my tomato crop from Sunday afternoon:

I took about seven tomatoes to a friend’s house on Saturday, and there are at least ten more that are ready to pick today.  What’s a girl to do?  Add fresh mozzarella and basil and eat herself silly, of course.

The less fun part of the gardening experience was discovering earwigs in the yard.  If you don’t know what an earwig looks like, I’m happy for you (until 10 seconds from now).  They’re potentially my least favorite type of bug.  I’ll introduce you via Sankax’s photostream:

Beautiful, right?  Especially when you have to put your hands smack dab into the dirt they’re crawling in and out of.  I comfort myself by remembering that I’m thousands of times bigger than they are.

Speaking of bugs, Peanut and I went out for our late walk and were both distracted by a really loud clicking bug sound.  Peanut solved the problem by eating the bug.  It wouldn’t have been my method of choice, but it worked after a few muted clicks.  The look on Peanut’s face was priceless, too.  He kind of squirmed and thought about dropping it until I came after him to encourage that.  If I want him to drop something, that something immediately becomes incredibly valuable to him.  Smart guy.  He knows that humans never want their dogs to have the really fine things in life–rolls in manure, chocolate, table scraps in general.  Who says he isn’t well trained?!

Summertime ADD

Happy thoughts at the moment: fields, the World Cup and Wimbledon, and my front porch. I’m actually pretty predictable in the “happy thoughts” department… except for the World Cup.  That one’s a fluke.

Perfect evening plans: time on the porch and a viewing of Field of Dreams.

Perfect soundtrack to current daydreams: George Winston’s Ballads and Blues. Did your family play specific music on summer road trips?  Mine did.  It was George Winston all the time, and it was good.  I still think about sitting in the back seat of a warm rental car, driving around the Adirondacks every time that music comes up on my iPod.

Once again, this is not my photography.  It sure is pretty though.  It belongs to this photographer.

With Shushing Action

Things have been busy at work today, and apparently this is what my people look like when we’re busy at work:

We have an action figure complete with shushing motion, so you can’t really beat that.  If it’s any comfort, I did get part of a real post written about vacation days and daydreaming and such.  Something to look forward to, I suppose.

Also, I had one of these yesterday, and it was the perfect combination of early summer heat, sunset, porch swing, and processed sugar: