If it is May, it must be apricot jam time.
I was pleased to find first crop California apricots at the organic grocery when I went last trip. In an attempt at something resembling normalcy ( yeah, I know), the yearly batch of jam was made. There’s not going to be a State Fair to enter it in this year, but it won’t dampen our enjoyment of it.
Danny has always adored apricots. As a wee one, I knew he’d eat porridge oats if there was apricot jam. Apricot nectar, dried apricots, apricot chutney- I don’t think he’s ever met an apricot he didn’t love. I’d rather have a peach or nectarine myself, but that’s probably more a matter of texture and scent. No one ever sniffs an apricot and gets emotional 😁.
Anyway, we have six pints now which will get us through the year.
The kale keeps chugging along! I’m glad I didn’t plant more- it grows like mad. My plans to eat it as baby leaves in salads is shot to hell because even the most earnest salad eater would have a difficult time keeping up!
Beth made good on her threat to get me in bunny slippers and I couldn’t be happier! They’re not only adorable, but truly comfortable as well. It was a positively lovely thing to do, and I’m only sorry I don’t have a cat to torment with them! Thank you again, Beth. They’re brilliant!
The perfect accessory that goes with everything 👍
The idea of smoked tea ( not smoking tea, which is something else entirely) isn’t terribly appealing to me, but cooking rice noodles in it creates an interesting effect. The recipe also used garlic, peanut butter, mint, and sesame oil so it probably wouldn’t be that strange in context. Worth trying if you’re looking to fancy up your noodles with minimal effort.
This is my idea of spring eating. Growing up in Chicago, where winter can feel endless, the first shoots of rhubarb breaking through the dirt in our front garden was a cause for celebration. My mother really didn’t bake, so instead of pie we would have it stewed with strawberries. I don’t even need the custard- just the rhubarb does me fine. I mentioned to my husband that kids would eat it raw, dipping the end in a bowl of sugar. He tried it to be polite, but I could tell he didn’t understand. Some things you just have to acquire a taste for when young.
Been putting my vintage lamp to use because... well, LOOK at it! I’m certain there won’t be an annual Sarpy County Museum Yard Sale this year, which is sad but understandable. The volunteers are all quite elderly. The lamp was one of my favourite finds there.
How about a quick look at some of last week’s accessories?
Matching Coro Thermoset necklace and earrings also from the Sarpy Sale. Brooch doesn’t get much wear.
The tennis bracelets belonged to my mother. I always thought they were tacky, but the look has grown on me over the years.
Being at home I’ve run out of excuses for not cleaning my jewelry. Also have a habit of wearing the same things over and over so some variety was long overdue.
It isn’t nearly warm enough for shorts! Wore them anyway. This is a top and matching shorts. I have the identical set in three different prints. Now that there’s time, the shorts really ought to be hemmed shorter to cut down on the frumpiness.
When you can’t be arsed to get out of bed for photos! This is the same set in another print.
On my agenda for the rest of the week? Get Danny his learning permit so I can teach him to drive this summer😬. He’s NOT going to be using MY car! Ah well, at least the streets are less busy now. Wish me luck.