Friday, May 27, 2011
The potatoes on the roof are about the only thing that looks lush at the moment. Today I plant out the poblano peppers. And look forward to pork ribs simmered in an ancho sauce. I may have to wait a while. The strawberries on the terrace are ripening, practically overnight and a constant rain of rose petals patters onto the gravel of an evening.
And there is some Indian roast chicken, next door at (the Food)