Monthly Archives: March 2009

mary, mary, quite contrary

Eager to greet the spring season at the door, Jill and I made our way to the 21st Fairhaven Neighbors Plant and Tree Sale.  This annual event brings together local growers and nurseries offering a bounty of native plants, ornamentals, and fruit trees to benefit Fairhaven Neighbors and the Coalition for Local Self Reliance.   I got several varieties of ferns, interesting shady ground cover, and a half dozen strawberry plants. Jill honed in on several Lady’s Mantle starts, her favorite filler for bouquets, and a white flowering quince for $5!  Excellent finds supporting a great cause and worth getting soaked in the rain. 

 We filled Jill’s car with our finds, yet we were unsatisfied. 

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start from scratch

I recently celebrated the anniversary of my 29thbirthday (which one will be left unsaid).  In my family, we plan for a birthWEEK instead of a birthDAY.  Mine began the Friday before the big day with a special date dinner with my hubby and son and a glass, or two, of vino.  Family gifts were opened on the official date. Dad sent the gift of possibilities (check), sis sent her handiwork in the form of a beautiful indigo tote, in-laws a trip to the Garden Spot, and friends and co-workers flowers to gift certs to the Chrysalis Spa.  What arrived late was something I’ve desired for a long time.  My wonderful husband was dismayed that the delivery of my KitchenAid Pro Series standing mixer in caviar was delayed.  As for me, I’m more than amenable to prolonging gift procurement.

I adore opening my front door to a package. This time, I was not disappointed. There it was, the Pro Series. Unfortunately any baking would have to wait until our new oven was working. A coil had failed, or something to that effect, and we were assured the part was on it’s way Friday afternoon. Eager to dive in, I began the bread making process with the thought that it would rise while the repairman worked his magic. I decided to tackle a pullman loaf, or pain de mie – a more dense yet not too heavy, yeasty bread, and was just about to add the yeast to the warm milk/water mixture when the doorbell rang with the serviceman.

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