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Menstruation leads to cramps... cramps lead to no brain... no brain leads to web comics! Fortunately, I found one that has period jokes. Yay! (That's The New Adventures of Bobbin.) Also got Wim started reading the appealingly offensive Something Positive.
Sep. 8th, 2003
blueberry notes
Sep. 8th, 2003 09:37 pmShould mention before I forget that I went blueberry picking with ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
eub at Cottage Gardens Blueberry Farm, which is strangely near my half-brother's house, yesterday. They had rows of different kinds of berries, and it was a lot of fun. My favorite kind was the "Olympia", which is pretty tart and fresh-tasting, but they were all very good. Don't think our soil is acidic enough to make blueberry bushes happy in the yard, though the drainage is bad enough to keep them nice and wet. (Could amend that, but it would take a lot of coffee-ground compost and peat moss to get from cakey clay to soil for Vacciniums.)
The blueberry muffins this morning came out excellently. (Confidential to Eli: What Joy of Cooking edition do you have? Our recipe is notably different from yours.) Wim is makig a pie at this very moment. What else should I do with these lovely things? My $3.25-worth still leaves about another pie-equivalent of berries.
Also, the farmer was an extremely pleasant woman, and we were able to inform her that she could eat the young shoots of that huge stand of knotweed. She reciprocated by pointing out to us just how wonderful the cursed stuff smells. I understand why people would grow it as an ornamental after seeing and smelling her patch of it. (But they were still terribly misguided, of course.)
eub at Cottage Gardens Blueberry Farm, which is strangely near my half-brother's house, yesterday. They had rows of different kinds of berries, and it was a lot of fun. My favorite kind was the "Olympia", which is pretty tart and fresh-tasting, but they were all very good. Don't think our soil is acidic enough to make blueberry bushes happy in the yard, though the drainage is bad enough to keep them nice and wet. (Could amend that, but it would take a lot of coffee-ground compost and peat moss to get from cakey clay to soil for Vacciniums.)The blueberry muffins this morning came out excellently. (Confidential to Eli: What Joy of Cooking edition do you have? Our recipe is notably different from yours.) Wim is makig a pie at this very moment. What else should I do with these lovely things? My $3.25-worth still leaves about another pie-equivalent of berries.
Also, the farmer was an extremely pleasant woman, and we were able to inform her that she could eat the young shoots of that huge stand of knotweed. She reciprocated by pointing out to us just how wonderful the cursed stuff smells. I understand why people would grow it as an ornamental after seeing and smelling her patch of it. (But they were still terribly misguided, of course.)