Tuesday, September 22, 2009

Fall Cookout

We have been getting some good use of the Paella Pit. It is very versatile and worked well for hot dogs and s'mores this weekend. Sam only lost a few hot dogs to the flames.

And here is a familiar sight on our blog...naked Sam!

And another familiar sight, more produce from our garden...

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Sunday, August 23, 2009

Garden 2009

We've really loved having a garden this summer in our new backyard. With daily attention from Sam (see below), we have grown tomatoes, squash, watermelon, raspberries, strawberries, peppers, plums and apricots.
It all started out very humbly last spring:
But within a few weeks, just look at that squash and tomatoes:
We haven't tried a watermelon yet, but they are getting bigger daily:
Funny enough, the watermelon and squash plants have taken over the lawn, so I stopped mowing that part a few weeks ago:
And what started as four little tomato plants has turned into a giant tangle. A few weeks ago we had to buy reinforcement tomato cages in the form of a wire fence around the plants (barely visible below):
Now we have a ton of tomatoes just waiting to be picked:
"Gardening is the handiest excuse for being a philosopher. Nobody guesses, nobody accuses, nobody knows, but there you are, Plato in the peonies, Socrates force growing his own hemlock. A man toting a sack of manure across his lawn is akin to Atlas letting the world spin on his shoulder . . . dig in the earth, delve into the soul. Spin those mower blades, and walk in the spray of the Fountain of Youth. End of Lecture."
(-Ray Bradbury from Dandelion Wine, one of the all-time greatest novels about American Summers)

Monday, August 10, 2009

A Lollipop and YouTube

This is how we wake up to each day . . . it's our version of coffee.

Sunday, July 26, 2009

Sunday, July 12, 2009

Snail & Rabbit Paella on the New Backyard Firepit

I will spare you with the commentary, but if you want it, go to www.paellaprofessor.blogspot.com.



Saturday, July 4, 2009

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Sam's Pig Imitation . . . I guess?