Today is all about summer food. I made cold cucumber soup for lunch and we ate watermelon with mint from the garden and lime afterwards. A key lime pie is in the oven. I don’t even care what I make for dinner with a dessert like that in the works.
(Probably we’ll have leftover chicken and bean soup with sourdough toast).
We’re watching one super-creepy murder mystery right now: Shining Girls (AppleTV+). It stars Elizabeth Moss whose character suffers from severe trauma-related amnesia. She unofficially teams up with a dysfunctional journalist to try and crack a murder case that may or may not be linked a bunch of cold cases. There are unexpected flashbacks, so that as viewers we also become disoriented to time. And the bad guy? Whew! A little too omniscient but otherwise, a perfect sociopath.
Finished the Niall Williams novel. A true delight.
We stopped at a little coffee shop this morning hoping to procure a “pup cup.” If you don’t know, a pup cup is a coffee cup full of whipped cream for your dog (oh, the things I learn on Instagram!). Finn had his eighth birthday this week and since he’s never had a pup cup, I thought it time. Do you see him through the window there?
They didn’t have whipped cream and, don’t judge me, based on the sour response from the proprietor I don’t ever plan on going back. It was my second visit to the place and she was a pill the first time too.
(They make donuts and serve cappuccino. It seems to me that she could have offered sweetened foamy milk or a small dish of icing in lieu of the whipped cream. I had a twenty in my hand to make it clear I wasn’t asking for a freebie.)
Heading back home, we crossed this patch of lawn next to the T tracks and determined that it looked like a murder scene. There was a single Nike slide, two tumbled and empty rat traps, and (just off screen), a crumpled and sodden article of clothing.
Too much serial killer fare in our TV line up?
You always seem to share your daily going’s on with such ease .. such talent you and many ( most ) others in this circle have. I feel really lucky about that and always hope that some of it’s rubbing off on me and if not .. that’s perfectly fine cuz I love coming here reading all about your comings and going.
Thanks Tina. It is nice to be a part of this circle (UNDERSTATEMENT).
Watermelon! Yum 🙂 J. had a sample of watermelon with Tajin seasoning on it recently. He said it was really good! My sister’s dog love Frosty Paws. He’d stick his nose in there, chasing the cup around the family room! lol Your scene would have me thinking the same thing…or unhoused person, moved on. Your collage…such a balancing act it all is. xo
I’m not familiar with Tajin seasoning. Just looked it up. Chili peppers, salt, and lime. Sounds interesting! Sounds like it’d be great on fish or chicken too.
What a crabby person to not offer SOMETHING for Finn!! Geez.
And, yeah…everytime I see a shoe, or a big plastic garbage filled with something (!?) on the side of an empty road, I wonder…!!???!? 🤔🤦♀️😅 Too many 🕵️♀️📚! 🤣
I actually thought of you Jen because you raised the “one shoe” observation back when I posted about that guy pushing a shopping cart back to a warehouse in Colorado. And then the next day I saw a single shoe across the street!
A sweet story for this Father’s Day:
You may or may not know that my husband grew up in a Catholic orphanage in Minnesota.. He was the youngest of 8 children when at the age of 3, his parents died the same year. His father was in his 60’s and died of a blood clot when a tractor over turned and he was pinned under it. His mother, his father’s 2nd wife, 20 yrs younger, who came to the US from Germany died from heart problems. The oldest sibling was in the military, the uncles had their own families and times ere hard so R and several of his siblings went to the orphanage. He stayed the longest from the age of 3 until the age of 15 when one of his brothers in CA petitioned the courts to have R come and live with his family in California.
in 1980, the Minnesota family had a huge family reunion and we all traveled back to see the old farmstead and orphanage, a poignant and at times, sad experience but our girls wanted to see where their Dad had grown up. . After the reunion, a book was published with family charts, maps of the places in Germany and Poland where family was born; many old photos, family recipes and a section called Family Reflections. Our 9 yr old twins got together and E wrote a story about their Dad. One of the most moving sentences in this story was this: ” Why does he know how to be a good Dad when he didn’t know his own?”” I can assure that there were not many dry eyes when the family read this …
To all of the Dads, those who had role models, those who relied on their instinctive love and caring, Happy Father’s Day.
Thank you Marti. Such hardship embedded in your family story
Here in Aus we have puppacino