I hope I remember to change the title of this post before I post it, because the one I have up there ("working title" we call it in the business, which is the business of not accidentally posting a post with no title at all, which is lame) is lame. It ("Saving steps vs. work avoidance") isn't clever or funny or even particularly searchable. So hopefully I will come up with something that is those things soon.
I hate post titles.
A photo unrelated to the (even ostensible, as outlined in the bad title) theme of this post, which is that I have a secret for making killer summer salads:
Isn't that an awesome door? A door just absolutely pregnant with mystery and promise and magic? I took this with my phone at the farm where we get our milk. It's a nice farm, clean and run by perfectly fine guys who try to make a living farming near us, but, well, let me say that this door was unexpected.
We were waiting for the milk (guess what, it has to be collected from the cows -- "milking" -- and then cooled and bottled, and just because they say that it will be ready at a certain time doesn't have any bearing on whether it actually will be ready then), and we wandered around a bit. At the very end of everything (owl in a room-sized cage, hawks in their own room-sized cages, and many Bassett Hounds; I don't know, just lots of unexpected things here) I found this door, but inside (it was open even more than that; I drew it a little shut to preserve the mystery -- so don't think I was snooping, particularly) it was just a barn room with the usual detritus.
I don't even know what that thing is there on it. It looks like a birds' nest. Like a mud-daubing sort of bird made it. But that would be odd, to say the least!
And that is the story of the door.
Deirdre and John returned from their honeymoon in Paris and stayed a few days with us. Not only is that just super nice, they opened their gifts and took many of them away this morning! Which just unburdens me quite a bit!
Yesterday we took a quick trip to a local lake. When your children are all grown up, you can do things like leave for the lake at 4:30 and just figure you'll have supper at 8. Wow, is that different from how my life has been until very recently! Might as well take advantage of it.
Yeah, that's enough for today.
Hopefully tomorrow I'll tell you about summer salad (Salades Composées) and what makes them happen, and also maybe a little about just enjoying making dinner. Ta-ta for now!
