September 7th, 2008

wayfaring wordhack

You only wish your life was this fascinating

 It's Alive!                                 

A couple of weeks ago, for the first time since being in Mayotte, I bought a cabbage at the supermarket. They are normally ridiculously expensive, but this time the price was reasonable.  On a whim, I planted the heart, which I had cut it into four pieces, because I noticed little root-like growths no more than an eighth of an inch long at the bottom of the stem. Today I noticed that they are budding. Woot! I don't know if I'll get cabbages, but I feel pretty chuffed that it worked. We did the same with pineapples, but they won't give fruit for the first five years. 

I'm starting to see sprouts where I sowed my veggies and herbs. They have to grow quickly! The rains will be upon us in a few months.
 I Ain't No Chicken 

However, if that black hen and her chicks keep digging around in my vegetable plot, nothing is going to grow. I chased her out of the yard four times today, and each time, I thought I was going to have a mad momma hen pecking my eyes out. Let me tell you, I saw another side of that expression about a Mother Hen. I spent the majority of my childhood on a farm and ranch, and I'd never been threatened like that by a chicken. I guess I never tried chasing them before. :P

Im not the only one who felt her ire. She didn't like Tiboy staring at her either.

   The Beckoning Moon  
I want to go take more freaky photos of the moon

and nightscapes,

but Julien is working tonight, and he'll have the car. I don't much relish the thought of walking alone after midnight toting expensive equipment across town and risking my skin to an attack of a wild dog pack.
  A Confession  

I cannot make a good chocolate chip cookie to save my life. This is very strange because I could make them just fine when I was younger. This is a problem that has plagued me ever since I tried to make a good oatmeal raisin cookie and failed miserably. They turned out puffy and bready. Oh the horror. This was several years ago, and I've been afraid to waste good ingredients and give it another go. Apparently, the Cookie Curse has extended to plain chocolate chip, and I now fear for my Death By Chocolate cookies.

Can anyone out there help??? What am I doing wrong?
   An Addiction  

The final rugby match of day three is tonight, and my favorite team is playing. The television is calling me with the promise of a second division match...but I still need to write my words for the day. And I promised myself I would belly dance. But ruuuuuugby!