A Break

This is me.  Ok, it’s not but it’s definitely close to how I’d be if you saw me.  I know I have things to do like laundry that constantly piles up, but somehow more pressing matters need immediate attention.  A friend’s wake, for instance.  Or caring for someone with pneumonia.  Cooking a meal (last night’s beef & mushroom ragu turned out well!).  Or giving my scraggly hair some much needed love (thank you, Kumi, for the fabulous cut and color.  It’s like the greys never existed!)  Today the laundry climbs up to the top of the charts.  Gotta be done or… let’s just say commando is NOT an option.  Yes, it’s come to that. 

Which segues, sort of, to my current blog post.  I have a jumble of topics just waiting to get its fair share of the web clutter.  But alas, laundry happens.  Actual life happens.  Before I know it, the topics have become so last month.

Dear followers (all 5 of you!), bear with me as I create some type of rhythm here.  A posting routine will emerge soon.

~composed during my lunch hour

Sunday Supper

We consider ourselves spoiled… by the fresh produce, organically raised meat and responsibly caught fish and seafood that are easily accessible to us.  From the spring to early fall months, a farmers’ market just down the hill from our neighborhood sets up shop on Sundays and we take full advantage of their bounty as much as we can.  More on the market later.  For now, let me share with you one of the dinners we’ve made (and enjoyed) from our farmers’ market shopping… with a little help from Trader Joe’s.

heirloom tomatoes

ground beef from Bear River Valley Beef; cheeseburgers for us and plain tiny patties for our Kimba

building the perfect burger

oven fries from Trader Joe's

our little kitty enjoying her meal

i think her look means "thank you"