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Peaches and Herb(s)
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Written after kissing the cable to my house
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Currently: Super Bowl edition

Peaches and Herb(s)

My herb garden is exploding with goodness!

Top: Parsley, peppers, thyme
Bottom: Murphy, oregano and basil


I have fresh basil and parsley whenever I want some, a load of thyme I don’t know what to do with yet, and TONS of oregano. I harvested a bunch of it last weekend, thinking that I’d have enough dried oregano to gift all of my family and friends with some. I was designing “Angry Man Farms” labels in my head. I ended up with this much:

Yeah. I am not good with estimating size or volume.

And then I said to WM, “we should go to the Farmer’s Market and get some peaches, so I can write a blog post called Peaches and Herb(s)!” WM is a HUGE supporter of this blog and all of its related strange ideas. Which is how I ended up with enough fresh peaches to make a peach cobbler.

I used the Peach Cobbler recipe from Piece of Yum. My peaches were medium sized so I cut six of them. Next time I’ll use eight.

The topping was dead simple to make and best of all, I had every ingredient on hand except turbinado sugar.

The turbinado sugar was supposed to be added at the end before the cobbler goes under the broiler for the last 10 minutes in the oven. I used brown sugar instead which was a mistake because it started to burn. So don’t do that. I picked off the burnt parts and the cobbler was saved.

The finished product was gooey amazingness. Do you like the artsy photo? Because this is what my table ACTUALLY looked like.

Blogger photos are artfully curated lies. 🙂

Funny link about recipe bloggers: If You Want My Blueberry-Muffin Recipe, You Must Read This Crazy-Long Preamble First

And for those who got the title:

Fact: SEVEN different women filled the role of “Peaches” in this duo. No word on if they regenerated into each other.

Written after kissing the cable to my house

Back online again! It turns out the problem I thought was solved here wasn’t solved, and our Comcast (I will never get used to “Xfinity”) service plonked yesterday morning, just as I was hooking up my laptop for my weekly work from home day. I ended up tossing on clothes (black top and navy sweater, because I didn’t do laundry) and dashing into work. I made it by 10 am. Today the Comcast tech came and replaced the cable line. We are up and running and hopefully will be without problems forever and ever amen.

Easter was delightful as always for time spent with family but emotionally fraught as usual because it’s another year that I am unchurched. I was raised Catholic but joined an Episcopalian Church about 8 years ago. And then I left that church because the pastor started veering away from the “love your neighbor” message and aligned himself with the Church of Nigeria and … nope. I feel my unchurchedness strongly around Easter, but I never look for a church this time of year because I’d feel like a bandwagon fan.

ANYWAY, religious angst aside, I made these!

Nom.


The recipe is here and although reviewers felt it was too sweet it was A-OKAY for House Russell. I’d like to find a better chocolate substitute – one that doesn’t melt at the slightest touch.

On Saturday, Mom and I did our yearly Easter bread/ham pie baking:

And WM got a much-longed-for tattoo. He went to Deanna at DNA Tattooing in Williamstown, NJ.

I’ll put the picture of the finished product down a bit for people who are squeamish about shiny reddish newly-done-tattoo pics.

I’m currently suffering a janky left thumb/hand injury because I got sucked into I Love Hue for my phone. I guess was holding the phone too tightly when I was playing and when I touch my left thumb to my left palm, ouch. I’m self-medicating with Aleve and a thumb brace. Between that, other general aches and pains, and the fact that my jawline in photos is … softening … I feel 120 years old right now.

But I’m a 120-year-old who came in SECOND PLACE in her brother’s NCAA pool so huzzah! That’ll buy me some more peanut butter and an Icy Hot Smart Relief system…







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It’s a St. Brigid’s cross. She’s the patron saint of Blacksmiths and Midwives. And Ireland and scholars, which is why WM has always loved the symbol.

Currently: Super Bowl edition

Favorite Kid doesn’t read my blog yet.

Watching: The Super Bowl. I know. I’m not an Eagles fan, or really a football fan in general (I’m more a hockey/baseball person) but I am watching the hometown team VERY anxiously. For my family, my friends, my pretty city of Philadelphia, I want them to win.

I’m angrily watching Justin Timberlake because if Janet Jackson doesn’t come out and rip his pants off, I’m going to be pissed. Never forget.

Win or lose, I’m DAMN glad–

— oh he did NOT invoke the image of Prince there. Oh, I’ll give you two fingers, Timberlake….

–I’m DAMN glad I’m working from home tomorrow. It’s either going to be crazy in town, or crazy in town.

Baking: More bread.

Aching: Because I finished my 30 days of yoga, and today hopped onto the Total Gym.

Sewing: A red “A” pillow for my Favorite Kid for Valentine’s Day. In the time it’ll take for me to make this, I would be able to build a Wal-Mart, source this pillow from China and have it shipped to me.

Reading: The Identicals by Elin Hilderbrand, a name I can never remember how to spell. I picked this book up from the library because I am COLD and need some beach in my life.

No Janet Jackson. Not even Britney Spears. Bah.

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