John Adams' Stomach pt. 2

I'm winding down my reading of David McCullough's John Adams. I've learned that Mr. Adams appreciated the French cuisine, and he drank a gill (five ounces) of hard cider with each breakfast. Other than that, there haven't been any additional culinary revelations in in the book.

My Daughter the Gardner

My daughter spent the weekend with my parents, and she returned with a big flower pot containing a couple of green pepper plants. She was so thrilled to show us the plants. I'm glad to see her so enthusiastic about these two little plants.

In kindergarten I remember placing a sunflower seed in a styrofoam cup filled with dirt and being amazed as I watched it sprout and grow. I'm still amazed by this miracle. I hope my daughter experiences the same joy and wonderment as she watches her peppers grow.

Take care,

muddywaters

The Pot at the End of the Garage Sale Rainbow

In a previous entry I wrote about my tendency to covet thy neighbors' junk. This weekend my neighbors to the north hosted a garage sale. All day Friday I stayed clear of this event; however, yesterday temptation overwhelmed me and I moseyed over to browse their wares. I purchased the following two items for one shiny quarter:



Yes, my friends! You heard me right, but allow me to repeat myself. I purchased two lemon-colored Le Creuset pots for 25 cents. Sure, they're a bit dirty . . .
battered, and . . .rusty, but . . .

I'm confident that I can return these old, battered, rusty pots to their former glory.

I'll keep you posted on my progress.