I prepared a Caprese-style salad with balsamic vinegar, mozzarella cheese, and fresh basil from my garden. Well, it was really a Insalata Caprese amuse bouche so small was the serving. Still – perfect.
So far, we have tomatoes:
We’ve been enjoying the basil and parsley (in the same pot but currently being eaten by some butterfly larvae, which I am allowing to live and enjoy the herbs of my labor because I like butterflies and can’t bear to destroy tiny living creatures. And really, if it only costs me a little parsley to grow a butterfly, it’s totally worth the sacrifice. I mean, I can buy more parsley at the grocery store, but I don’t think I can buy butterflies.) I also have rosemary in another pot, plotting to take over the world (because that’s what plants do!)
Anyway, I’m really hoping the tomatoes ripen soon, so I CAN EAT THEM! Nom Nom Nom
“A drumset is a time machine, literally speaking—a machine for keeping time—though a drummer has to be the clockwork device to subdivide rhythm—to bring the time. In those days, I was not that drummer.” (Neil Peart, News, Weather, and Sports)
And the time machine sitting in my living room transports me to another world, one where sweating is a joy and mistakes a chance for a do-over. Where nothing I do is wrong and the clockwork device holding the sticks is having more fun than anyone else in the room. It’s sheer unadulterated, childlike joy, simple and incomprehensible.
“So today, think about what it is you need and were too embarrassed to ask for. And then go fucking do it. Wear a ball gown to the grocery store. Invite the neighbors to have a picnic on the front lawn. Get that novel out of your sock drawer and publish it yourself. Stand on a bus stop bench and belt out a song for the waiting strangers. Find a playground swing and remember how it felt to fly. Find your red dress. And wear the hell out of it.” (Jenny Lawson, The Bloggess)
I found my red dress. And I’m beating the hell out of it. Your turn.
Ok, I don’t know if I can really call tomatoes and herbs a kitchen garden. Especially not when they’re in pots on the patio. But, for the sake of progress on The List, I’m going to count these five little plants as a garden.
I’m officially growing cherry tomatoes, sweet basil, parsley, and rosemary – the things I use most frequently in my kitchen. So there.
I’ve got my noise-dampening, iPod-connected headphones wrapped around my noggin protecting my sensitive little ears, beating the hell out of my set of drums as I play along to a favorite tune.
Handsome walks in. “Hey. HEY!” Flips light switch a couple times.
Removes headphones. “Hi!” Grins like idiot.
Handsome. “Hey, you were playing Lump! Not bad!”
*blink* “Actually, I was playing Day Tripper.”
Handsome. “Oh.” Shifts uncomfortably.
Me. “Well. At least I kinda sound like what I’m playing is a real song!” Grins like idiot.