Psychedelic eggplant, remorse

I’m burning (literally, on my gas burners) eggplants right now for this dish I’m making tonight; the eggplants are the lightish purple ones in the picture of yesterday’s farmers market goods. Anyway, they are positively psychedelic, don’t you think?  Mardi Gras colors to the extreme- very cool!
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Had a great evening with the boys. Jack said another of his funny mispronunciations- nibble for “nipple.” Isn’t that one cute? Anyway, he was in hog’s heaven watching the deck crew today as they had the biggest saw ever out and were going to town with it. The foreman is so nice to both kids, especially to Jack who asks many questions but is truly interested in the answers. He now has a sizable wood block collection, and we’ve been making sculptures. I think a recent babysitter was a bit taken aback by the fact that Jack was using a real hammer and nails to construct said sculptures, but he’s very careful. Unlike Oliver who fell down the stairs for the second time today. He’s got a shiner from the first tumble. It really doesn’t seem to phase him though.
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The kindness of the deck crew is the source of my remorse. Due to weather and traffic and god knows what else, they often show up much later than expected, and I’m never sure if they’re coming. When they do, they work really hard and they’re doing a great job but this morning, they were nearly 3 hours late (note to self: assume this from now on) but actually (for the first time) called to let me know. I was pretty testy about it all to be frank and spent all afternoon finding the right time to apologize. Which I did in spades. I still feel badly though. Ugh.

Bizarre English-language double meaning word

Peeps, after I wrote bimonthly, sure it meant twice a month which is how I meant it, I looked it up just for kicks and see that it can either mean twice a month OR every two months. Say what? DD or RMW, do either of you know why this is?

Strawberry-rhubarb pie

When Tom and I were planning our wedding, he said he’d much prefer wedding pie to a groom’s cake. A cake has to be exceptionally good for T to go that route as he finds most to have an underwhelming crumb, in cookspeak. Though I have always loved pie, I don’t think I appreciated them enough, and though I certainly didn’t balk at his choice for our reception, I wondered how the guests would respond. Well let me tell you that all 9 pies were gone seemingly instantaneously.

As summer approaches, I find myself having more frequent pie yens. Thus, I intend to start a bimonthly pie fest, starting with a strawberry-rhubarb one, stat! I talked to Nanny yesterday, my mom’s mom who is one of my favorite people. She is the source of our family’s pie crust and cranberry sauce recipes (among many others) and made a superb lemon meringue pie. So, that’s on my pie roster’s short list. Also there is Nanny’s sister’s French Silk pie which I have not had in at least 20 years but can clearly remember the taste of and need the recipe for. Another to-do!