And … because my grocer sent along extra peaches today and now I also have a load of fresh fruit, PLUS I ordered too much milk, today seemed like a great day to get out the ice cream machine, clean it up, and make some peach sherbet. So light and fluffy and OH MY GOD PEACHY! Best idea I have had all week!

Now, I’m stuffed. I have to sit quietly and digest. LOL!

And the curls … the CURLS! I don’t even have a clue how to deal with them. The only reason I
haven’t gone to get my hair cut short again, aside from laziness, is that I’m curious to see how it looks even longer. It might be really lovely! But, with that said, I don’t know how much longer I can tolerate the wildness of my hair (or the gray hairs either).

First up is pork and veggie stir fry with snow peas, cabbage, spring onions, and mushrooms with a mustard sauce, served on a bed of steamed rice.

Last night we had oven fried chicken breast, steamed broccoli and squash, and a huge salad (with kale chip sprinkles on top).

While our meals have always been tasty and as healthy as possible, I have to say, now that we are eating even more local, seasonal, and organic than ever (thanks to Greenling), meals have been extraordinarily tasty the last couple of weeks. Also, cooking with so many fine and fresh foods has been an absolute joy! I’m so glad we’ve upgraded our diet once again (and I’m tickled it all gets delivered to my door).

Now to move on to all the other works that need to be finished.

Once the dishes are done, I dry the larger bowls and pans to put away. She’ll move from the table to the floor by my feet, looking longingly at the kitchen sink and counter. She knows cats are not allowed on that counter. This doesn’t stop her from having thoughts … thoughts of jumping up on that counter and exploring the thing that sprays water.

She looks at me and looks at the counter. Me. The counter. I know she’s waiting for me to turn my back or leave the room, so I don’t. Eventually, when all the pots and pans are dry and put away, I stand in the middle of the kitchen and stare at her, daring her to defy the long-held prohibition of cats on kitchen counters.

Thinking about it a little longer, she looks at the counter and looks at me. The counter. Me. Finally, she decides defying house rules in front of one of the humans is likely not worth the trouble. Her eyes wide and bright, her tail pointing to heaven, her ears as perky sat they can possibly be, she lets out a plaintive kitten-like mewl and rubs against my legs, then jumps onto the stool by the window to watch for birds.

Tora thinks she has snookered me with her cuteness, but I know what she’s thinking: “They have to sleep sometime! And then … I shall explore!”