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.
the gintonic close-up is beautiful, swirls and everything.
ReplyDeletelieflik ;-)
ReplyDeleteWell done on pawpaw management.(Could you produce a "cheat sheet" please!)
ReplyDeleteLOL, no pictures of the peanut butter sandwiches?
ReplyDeletei like how you make it happen. how do i make my gin pink?
ReplyDeleteJMH - ta.
ReplyDeleteArcadia, dankie.
dinahmow - I like your new blogger self for comments. Pawpaws: flail arms around like octopus on crack. You're bound to catch something.
Beence, um...we ate them too fast.
Bonbon - Bitters, 5 dashes :-)How's the Collection?