before and after, fresh berries

door, floor & more

When I type a blog post, I am usually sitting at a table like any normal/sane/non-obsessed with a new door person.

Not today.

Today, I am sitting cross-legged on the floor, being grateful.  Still in my jammies, a cup of hot coffee with extra homemade cashew cream.  As background music for the little camp I have set up, I chose piano.   Sweet Liberty is snoozing beside me, taking a morning nap.  It is only, 7:14 am and she is quite happy to hit the snooze button.

20170725_165021-1_resizedI just noticed that my right thumb is bluish, purple stained color.  Oh, I guess it is from picking blueberries yesterday?  Goodness, this has been a prolific year for them.

I am in our master bedroom, sitting in front of the closed bathroom door.

Just goofing off on the internet.  I am actually looking for Christmas gift ideas.  My July 25th, “Christmas in July”, has spilled over into today.  Doesn’t everyone shop for and create on the 25th of the month?

Why am I sitting here, you ask?

The thrill of a wonderful Before and After, of course.  20170702_110956_resized

Before… we had a 1990’s oak finish, blah bathroom door with a very inexpensive mirror GLUED to it.  I don’t need to expand in detail about how much I did not care for that design feature.

After…Now we have a substantial, beautiful spa door with Rain glass.    Together we measured (3 times), crossed our fingers and ordered the door. It fits like it was made for it!  Mr. Right did an exceptional job installing the handle and the hinges.

We like it so much, we started another envelope to save up for a door just like it for the main bathroom.  Who really can be giddy & grateful over a bathroom door?  Me! Me!

 

I might sit here all day long, glancing up now and then to smile.

I might paint my toenails here.  It seems like a great place to read my library book.  I already know I can drink beverages here.  I can sew felt food by hand.  Not quite sure how I’m going to cook real food for dinner or start the washing machine from here……..

Just sharing goodness from my little indoor camp site.

I’ll be here all day.  Just whistle if you need me.

Just sharing the goodness,

In this together friends,

Chat soon.

 

cooking, farmers, fresh, fresh berries, Uncategorized

tis the season

20170610_134346-1_resizedOf course, you know what season I am talking about!

Fresh Strawberries and just picked Rhubarb season!!!

This past weekend Mr. Right brought home our first flat of fresh berries to indulge in.  Oh man, this is good stuff! 20170610_084932-1_resized

Oh, la la.  Love berries & rhubarb. (and Mr. Right, I think they call that a trifecta?)

The rhubarb tartness and strawberry sweet somehow mingle together on your tongue to create this amazing flavor combination of perfection.

The first thing I made was a Galette and then I made a sauce.

Enough chit-chat… let’s move to pictures…..

 

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Clean plate club members.  enough said.

The end.

Whatcha been cooking in your neck of the woods?

 

 

farmers, fresh berries, grateful

red fingers

20150602_093648Seems like we wait “forever” for local strawberries.  You know the ones?  Red all the way through, juice drips on your shirt kind of berries?

Grateful to be typing with red stained fingers.  Yes, that red.  That amazing.  That delicious.

So far this berry season we have purchased 2 1/2 flats.

This morning we brought home another flat of those red beauties. 20150602_111751

So I cleaned and cut up one of the half flats.

I made jam. I licked the spoon.

I might have dipped 5 in melted chocolate.

I made a Strawberry Raspberry Gallete.  I licked the spatula. 20150602_114221

I cut up some  & heaped in a white hob nail bowl, just to have fresh berries ready to eat.

I ate a few…….okay several,  just out of the box. 20150602_131128

May I gently suggest you run out, quick like a bunny and buy you and your family some fresh grown berries?

Seriously, GO. NOW.

BUY BERRIES.

YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ARE SO WORTH IT.

20150602_110745ps.  huge thanks to the farmers and the strawberry pickers who made this blog post possible.