Eating Locally

All of this food grew up within 20 miles of my home, and that makes me really happy to eat it. I'm especially pleased to have made the acquaintance of the folks who raised and butchered the chickens (I bought two). They live out by where D. first showed me the snow buntings.

The other thing I like about farmers' markets: the fresh vegetables cost me $5 total. There's enough arugula in that bag for me to have salad for four or five days. And the cute little cabbage was only a quarter.

Update, 6:40 pm:



Don't fear the parsnip. I mashed one with two of the leeks and a potato.
I give the recipe three forks up.

Another Thrill-A-Minute Friday Night at the Kimmijo Abode

Milestone

In the wee hours of this morning, Hawk in the Rain logged its 2007th visit.

НАРЦИССЫ ТРУБЧАТЫЕ

I bought a package of anemone bulbs on sale today, and was intrigued to find that the flower name was translated as "tubular narcissus" in Russian. Narcissus in Russian is the same as narcissus in English - a daffodil (only in Cyrillic), so I'm a little baffled.

Stripes with Plaid

Last year, in a fit of desperation at being unable to find a pair of grown-up girl shoes my size in any store at the mall, I bought a cheap plasticky pair of loafers out of the little girl section. When I saw REI had an online sale on Dansko clogs my size last month, I snapped up a pair for casual business work day wear.

I was glad to set aside the little loafers, with their heart-and-key charm accents. However, I have discovered that most of my pants have been hemmed while wearing some other pair of shoes. I am waiting for certain coworkers to tease me about wearing floods. The comfy Danskos seem to show an inordinate amount of sock.

This is fine by me, because I love socks. I have an entire drawerful of socks that have been longing to see the light. Holiday socks, traditional Scandinavian patterned socks, socks with cardinals and pine boughs on them, socks with cats and fish on them, socks I knit myself with deliberately mismatched stripes. All now much more on display than before. The rooster socks have been worn so much they're threatening to chicken out at the heels.

In the absence of any plain socks, today I opted for this combination of argyle socks with striped trousers. They remind me of a favorite quotation, which I've posted before but deserves to be repeated:

Once you can accept the universe as matter expanding into nothing that is something, wearing stripes with plaid comes easy.

– Albert Einstein

Ducky

For a brochure project for class.

Yay! Red-Breasted Nuthatch!

And a goldfinch.
Chickadees found the seed block first.

Gearing up for impending squirrel war.

College Football Saturday

I miss P. He would have enjoyed the cheap beer paired with the vegetarian chili.

Hot Toddy

You can't see it, but there's a generous dollop of the cheapest Canadian whisky I could find in the tea, along with lemon and a spoonful of honey.

'Night y'all.

Golden Sun

November light filtered through a maple.