markgritter grilling, which is tasty but does nothing to make the house smell loved.Also, this morning we introduced my Onie* to kiwi and mango. She had never tried either. She liked both quite a lot. She's 94. I really hope that I'm finding new things just as delightful when I'm 94.
It also highlights for me how much the world has changed, that she could get to 94 and never try a kiwi fruit before, or a mango. I don't remember the first time I had either. They've just always been there. "Always" is apparently a lot less than 94 years.
I lied to
ellameena on e-mail this morning, accidentally: I thought we had more green tomatoes on the plants than we do. We still have a fair number, but the peak is clearly past. The next step will be to harvest the basil and make pesto until it comes out our ears. The cilantro never got happy this year, and I don't know what to do with the chives in bulk, as chive pesto does not appeal. But probably there will be fresh rosemary enough to make a few batches of rosemary buns, and it's getting to be the greyer, cooler season when rosemary buns are just the thing.It's very hard for me to be modest about my rosemary buns. Especially with that tomato goop Byerly's sells.
*My Onie is my oldest great-aunt, for those of you who did not buy the souvenir scorecard at the gate. She's widowed and has no children, so she has her holidays and so on with us. "Onie" is from "Aunt Leona" becoming "Annie Ona" and then "Onie." It's also Japanese for "demon," which is not entirely inappropriate. But not in a bad way.
