late bloomers

I was surprised that the Arizona Republic defines January & February as prime picking season. But, the break room at work has been filling up with lemons, grapefruit, and oranges that people are trying to get rid of, so I guess this must be the season.
I put on the proper protective gear: flip flops, sunglasses, and a T-shirt. Then I made sure I had a frosty beverage handy to prevent dehydration. I remembered when Fred bought this house the previous owner said the oranges on the big orange tree are the best in March. So I started with our smaller orange tree. I picked everything off it. I looked at the lemon tree, but I only picked enough to use in a cake this weekend. I think the lemons will be OK on the tree I until I figure out a way to use all of them.... Doesn't seem like we have as many this year so I hope nothing is wrong with the tree.

Our small tree had enough oranges for one pitcher of orange juice!

This is not how I remember campus dining...

A sample of this week's lunch offerings from Engrained:

Redbird Farm's cage free chicken breast, provolone & prosciutto on toasted ciabatta roll with hand cut garlic fried. I distinctly tasted olive oil from Queen Creek Olive Oil in the ciabatta.

Leek potage with roasted cippolini onion and half a cheddar pesto panini.I am impressed.

breakfasting

I feel like I'm eating frosting straight out of the Betty Crocker container. There is no possible way this is good for you.

Borrowed

Grandma & a 1936 Dodge













a rum ball recipe with no rum?









Joey- you will have to send over the Gallo rum ball recipe, I beleive it calls for 5 gal of Bacardi. :-)

Observed on Rural Rd

Mom- Is that you?

I blame it on the football.

The other day I found myself flipping through a rack of sweaters at the mall. I stopped at one that was an arresting shade of red and felt the fabric. Warm, thick, wool. It felt luscious. I picked it up, intending to head towards the dressing room. I made it no more than two steps when I remembered it was still over 100 degress outside. The sweater went right back on the rack.

I did it again last night, surfing NFL.com I picked out a cute new Raiders hoodie I had to have. Before clicking 'buy now' I looked out the window. Yep, still 100 degrees. I closed to NFL.com window.

I do this every year. Every year about this time I get sick of sun dresses & flip flops. But I love sun dresses and flip flops! Why do I yearn to bury them in my closet?

It's all the TV's fault. I see sweeping scenes of midwestern campuses as the announcer talks about the promise of fall in the air. I worry about if a Southern quarterback will be able to make it through an early December game right outside the beltway. I wonder how it is that every year, without fail, the Raiders get scheduled for a late December game in the Northeast.

So even though I was outside this morning cleaning the pool in my bathing suit, once I'm inside it's 80 degrees, and that is fall weather.

Your daily pussy.

Another quiet day here.

I have never met felines who are more curious about water. Everytime I go in the bathroom at least one of them follows me in. Found this one in the shower the other day, then the sink.