Photo unearthed, salad extraordinaire

Just as I was about to commence making my springtime shrimp and grits, T called to say he needed to work late. Plan B was another fab-o kale salad, chock full of garlic-n-toppings plus a wedge of Humboldt Fog just cuz. Delicious! And, because it's almost my bday, I indulged in two glasses of the magnificent Pinot Noir from Iron Horse and read the entire Science section from today's NY Times. Bliss.

Who else feels they've not seen this picture ↘ enough lately? Moi! So, here it/he is! I'm telling you, if those eyes came a'purring towards me....

Because really, is enough ever enough? I'd ask for BC for my birthday, but I think I'm getting a chaise lounge for my backyard + a tortilla press which, obviously, together make the closest second a gal could imagine.

I've had just enough wine to be on the right side of caring that snowflakes are tiptoeing from the sky -they'll be gone by morning- and am off to jump into, gasp!, the front section of today's paper.

Miracles.

Really rainy day

I needed to stay in today anyway -hours of writing and edits and cooking to do- so am really enjoying the rainstorm we're having. Have been having. Are to continue having. Percy and I took a walk during a dry interlude and at one point I also donned my magenta raincoat to quickly cover my favorite delicate plants with a wide variety of bucket, but right now, my gutters are overflowing, the pets are snoring next to me on the couch, and I'm in a peaceful yet productive stupor, lulled by the concert of white noise coming at me from the outside.

I finally made a batch of the vanilla fig scones that I love and having been dying for, finished a first-round edit of a lengthy doc for school, bathed Percy, kinda tidied up and am about to make a strawberry cake. I noticed that my Perfect Coconut Cream Pie is featured in a Food 52 article on 12 Eats for Easter. Nice!!

Seriously?!?

Ok, while watching Jack go for the gold during his Red Belt testing this evening, I snuck a glance at Facebook and saw something horrifying: a wintry mix is purportedly going to strike DC tomorrow night.

Night

31°Low

Rain / Snow / Wind Early

Now, as if the possibility of MORE snow after we've all put our warm clothes away (and good riddance, thank you very much) AND just planted hopefully and watched everything come up and bloom AND started recovering healthy psyches and such isn't awful enough, my birthday begins at Wednesday's dawn. Has there ever been a girl in the world who wanted anything for her birthday LESS than this forecast? I think not.

It goes without saying that I am actively ignoring the weather "experts," even the ones who actually seem quasi-capable (thank you Capital Weather Gang), and planning, as I already was, to wear shorts on Wednesday.

Fortunately, Jack is now a Red Belt, I made a great kale salad for dinner, and though T broke my iPhone home button while repairing the cracked screen, the screen is so lovely now. Too bad I have to use the special button that's nose-sensitive in the meantime. Shite!