It was a real Monday. I'd planned to go to the nurseries on a scouting trip for two upcoming garden plantings...all sorts of trees and perennials needed. Fortunately I postponed to Wednesday, so was on hand to deal with various flying pawpaws. No fans were hit, but I did get a bit of a workout. No bruised fruit. Some grumpy stone masons and carpenters.
When I got home I had in a bag a bottle of gin. And we sat outside and had a delicious pink gin and tonic, and looked at the perfectly blue September sky.
Also in the bag were two containers of buffalo mozzarella.
And a bundle of white asparagus. When we realized that there was No Butter I tooka deep breath and heated some olive oil with a sliced garlic clove and one anchovy fillet, lemon juice and a splash of cream, and poured this over the barely-cooked spargel and two poached eggs.
Then we ate peanut butter and apricot jam sandwiches on cinnamon bread for dessert.