cheese

A few days ago, our niece and nephew, Rascal and Ralphie, came down for a quick visit.

The Professor came by the office and we had salad with pears, some kind of cheese, walnuts, and my beloved dried cranberries.  Then we had the most delicious tamales in the history of tamales.  And then we had cupcakes.

We discussed injustice and bags.

And Dr. Phil.

Speaking of Buchanan, Tennessee - and to lighten up the mood in here a little bit, much needed after that last post - I am really just about to die for a plateful of Bull Durham’s onion rings. I haven’t one in my mouth in about 35 or so years, I guess, because it’s been gone about that long.

My sister's friend Tiffany gave her this recipe, and we tried it tonight for the first time. A new favorite.

There's no real cooking involved, so don't be intimidated.

Have a Luther Burger.

So.

My little tomato plants are doing okay. I haven't killed them yet, which is a sign that they're very robust, perhaps even Super Tomatoes. Hopefully not Killer Tomatoes, just plants that can survive my flakiness.

My blogging seems to come in bursts. In fact, I'm writing several blog posts today (June 19) and then scheduling them to post once a day so I don't clog anybody's feed reader. But that's okay. As long as I keep the crowd happy. Or indifferent.