Our Garden

We spent about an hour one sunny afternoon planting zucchini and basil and squash seeds with the grandkids.  (They were all that I could find, having put the rest in a "safe" place.)

Then we patiently watched while the seeds sprouted.

We bought a cute wooden garden frame from Wegmans and put it on the place in the backyard where the ground dipped, then added 10 bags of potting soil.

Larry transplanted the seedlings along with a two tomato plants and a pepper plant that he bought.  It was a very warm day and as I watched from the air conditioning I was a little worried about him.  But he is made of sturdy Oklahoma farmer stock, so he was ok.

Larry also surrounded the garden with a tall white wire fence to discourage the bassets and the wild bunny that visits our backyard.

And Lord has that garden grown!!!  We can almost watch the tomato plants shoot up everyday!

We've had zucchini and pasta, stuffed zucchini, and zucchini bread.  Yummm....

So today I took the grandkids outside so that they could see what they had wrought.

They were less than impressed.  I said Look!!  We can pick a zucchini!!  Um, where did it go... Grey asked if perhaps the zucchini was in my imagination...

I finally found one, reached in and picked it and handed it to Neve, who promptly dropped it because she thought there was an ant on it.

Like I said, less than impressed.

So I came upstairs to take a picture of our crop with Neve - and ran into the age-old problem...

How do you take a picture of someone holding a vegetable with out it looking well, um...skeezy??

This is the 14th shot I took of Neve and the zucchini.  What do you think??

Oh wait a minute...that DOES look as inappropriate as I thought....

OK, Instead, here's a picture of Neve and the garden!!

Much more appropriate!!!

Anyone need any zucchini???

My Husband is in Love with Another Woman

I've always known that there were other women in my husband's life.  You know, the usual...his mom, our daughters, a certain boss at the NSA...the usual.

But then, I started noticing that whenever a certain self-proclaimed "bosomy and bottom-y" TV chef would be on, LT would be riveted to the screen.

I am talking, of course, about Nigella Lawson, the Domestic Goddess.

                                      Thank God she lives in England.....


There was day she made some sort of English-style roasted beef, piled it in a roll, shoved half of it in her mouth, then warned us not to try this at home...She then went on to explain that she could do this because she has a very accommodating mouth.

Larry fainted

Our son Shayne shared in the appreciation of Nigella.  I mean it was nice that father and son had something to leer, er, I mean talk about.

Then I noticed that his affection was fading.  Was there another woman who had captured his fancy?

Actually, it was another woman and her ranch.

I am talking about the Pioneer Woman, Ree Drummond, of course.

                                              The Other other Woman.

He is in love with the ranch and with Marlboro Man and anything that they do that is farm related.

And don't forget Charlie and Walter, the basset hounds.

At first, I thought oh, this is just a passing fancy.  Larry's from Oklahoma, it is just state pride. He'll get bored soon.

But no.

He reads her blog.  He googles the ranch.  He tells me Charlie stories.  And at 10am on Saturdays, he is ready, coffee cup in hand, to watch the Pioneer Woman on Food Network.

Audrey , surprisingly, has sympathy for him.  She has stated, after making Ree's cobbler, that she too would marry her.

Maybe I won't tell them that her new cookbook comes out tomorrow...

And that I have had it pre-ordered for about oh three months...

Thank God they live in Oklahoma....