E Is For...

Eeeuw!  It could have been Embarrassing.  Just moments before my milk customer was due to arrive, I glanced out as I passed by the front door and noticed that the cats had left the larger part of a fresh vole kill on the porch.  Not exactly the most pleasant welcome for a guest.  Frank and Pearl are usually neater than that, but they do insist on dining on what they consider their patio, leaving the help to clean up the leftovers.

Enthusiam is contagious.  A great-niece I haven't seen for ten years is coming to visit over Labor Day weekend, and I'm getting more frequent updates on her stages of preparedness.  As I told her last night, I just hope we live up to her Expectations.  The first thing for me, of course, is to start planning menus.  Then I begin looking around, trying to see this place through new Eyes.  How long have those cobwebs been in that corner?!

Eating dinner last night was a gustatory pleasure.  Fresh beans, cooked just long enough to leave them crisp and bright green, mixed with a combination of brown rice and barley, dressed with a sauce of sherry, balsamic vinegar, and olive oil.  I haven't figured out what to do with that one small beet yet.  I don't think that, like wire coathangers left alone in a dark closet, it will multiply by itself in the refrigerator.