Boston Organics delivery, etc
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magidThe box (large, all-veg):
And I still have a small sweet potato from last week. Hm... tomato salad, perhaps.
There's a tea tomorrow at work, to mark the publication of an orker's first YA novel. I was asked to bring something, so I decided to make tea breads: a white loaf with yerba mate-lemon-ginger tea instead of water, and a dark chocolate loaf with chai tea instead of water. I hope they come out ok (they're on the second rise as I type).
Today's battle of the seasons: forsythia flowers v. snow flakes. (Plus a little wind.)
I walked home from Longwood again, and there were still geese sleeping in a little pocket of land by the BU bridge. Interestingly, it wasn't the same geese: last time it was a flock of Canada geese (I always want to type "Canadian geese"), while this time it was a flock of white geese (the kind I think of as "domesticated," except that these obviously aren't). Goose hotel.
Last week the dumpster by the T entrance they're working on across from my office was full of branches trimmed from some trees or other, branches with lots of large fuzzy buds on them. I broke off a twig and brought it into the office. In the last week or so, it's drunk a noticeable amount of water, and the top two buds are slowly opening. First the fuzzy outside split, to show another fuzzy layer, and a nascent leaf on one of them. Now the second fuzzy layer is splitting to show some other greenness inside. I'm looking forward to what I can see tomorrow.
The accolades of a four-year-old make me happy.
- two bunches of red chard
- a pint of cherry tomatoes
- two bunches of scallions
- a medium eggplant
- two bunches (= four stalks) of broccoli
- eight (!) small to medium zucchini
- a 1.5-pound bag of small red-skinned French fingerling potatoes (They're so cute! Just a couple of inches long!)
And I still have a small sweet potato from last week. Hm... tomato salad, perhaps.
There's a tea tomorrow at work, to mark the publication of an orker's first YA novel. I was asked to bring something, so I decided to make tea breads: a white loaf with yerba mate-lemon-ginger tea instead of water, and a dark chocolate loaf with chai tea instead of water. I hope they come out ok (they're on the second rise as I type).
Today's battle of the seasons: forsythia flowers v. snow flakes. (Plus a little wind.)
I walked home from Longwood again, and there were still geese sleeping in a little pocket of land by the BU bridge. Interestingly, it wasn't the same geese: last time it was a flock of Canada geese (I always want to type "Canadian geese"), while this time it was a flock of white geese (the kind I think of as "domesticated," except that these obviously aren't). Goose hotel.
Last week the dumpster by the T entrance they're working on across from my office was full of branches trimmed from some trees or other, branches with lots of large fuzzy buds on them. I broke off a twig and brought it into the office. In the last week or so, it's drunk a noticeable amount of water, and the top two buds are slowly opening. First the fuzzy outside split, to show another fuzzy layer, and a nascent leaf on one of them. Now the second fuzzy layer is splitting to show some other greenness inside. I'm looking forward to what I can see tomorrow.
The accolades of a four-year-old make me happy.