Unfortunate

Oh my. One of my dearest friends calls me Ems. I just typed that in on my iPhone and the autocorrect suggested WMD. So sad. At least I can be found AND am not dangerous.

Things I like when I head out in my yard

1) The smell that tomatoes leave on your hands after you’ve pruned their leaves. 2) The crickets’ song and the way the intensity ebbs and flows.

3) The generalized white noise and its ability to soothe.

4) Not hearing Oliver scream from bed, “Mommy, drink owange juice in your bed, not go to sleep.”

Hmm

The boys are at camp, so I tried to take a much-needed nap. I fell asleep for a brief time, during which I dreamed that Amanda Hesser and I became good friends after an oddly rocky start due to some disagreement over a recipe (like I’m really going to go head to head with Amanda). Anyway, I was delighted to be her friend. Then I woke up and came down to make Pickled Chard Stems (from Gramercy Tavern) and found that my chard, sitting on the top shelf of my fridge, was half frozen. I’m sure this does not happen to Amanda.