General Lee is developing a nice red color on its traps. I’ve been putting my VFT pets outside in direct sunlight to help with that. One of its traps is starting to reopen, you can see the remnants of a squashed bug in it. (I spent about $70 just to buy these small, little plants!)
One of my jalapeños has turned red today! I will leave some on the stems so that more can turn red too. I think it makes it more colorful during cooking. And I’ve been harvesting my pickling cucumbers every few days.
Speaking of which, the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach! — I have all these dinnerware stuff that I never use, and I figured, why not? Who says you can’t have a nice dinner at home on a regular day, anyway?
T-bone steak with mushrooms, spinach, and fresh cucumbers and cilantro grown from my own garden!!!
I got a large portfolio Smash Book from the mister, it’s exactly the same as my other huge one I got in 2013. I decided to make a recipe book… I forgot what I had put in my mushroom sauce! (The mister loves my sauce, I made it for him the last time I was in Killeen.) I’ve mostly decorated the pages, but I’ve written some recipes down too. I’ve put a lot of my “special recipes” in pockets and mini envelopes inside the book. I told the mister I’ll bake for the very first time before he leaves (he’s deploying in about two weeks!).
I wish my mom had a recipe book, I would have loved it. Well, I guess when I’m dead, the kids can fight over who gets to have my recipe book, ha!
Yesterday I was on my front porch checking out my flower borders, and I saw a bee (or wasp?) trying to pollinate my decorative sunflower — it thought the sunflower was real! Too cute!
My real sunflowers are now over 8 feet tall, I just about broke my neck the other day climbing on top of the ledge of my patio sill to try to get a picture of the flower (one has blossomed completely, and two more are starting to open up). When they die, I will harvest the seeds and toast them in the oven — I LOVE sunflower seeds!
The mister got me a one year membership to the YMCA. I force myself to sporadically use the gym because he paid $531, and I feel guilty about it. Unbelievable. (I’d rather he had bought me jewelry instead!)