Cats, Peonies, Artichokes
I like when the cats can't stop moving, then look at me and freeze, like I caught them red-handed, in the empty paper shopping bag on the floor.
Sola is fascinated by cut flowers. I've been buying them and bringing them to work since she badly wants to tear them apart. Yesterday I bought pink peonies, tight spheres. This morning, they've opened up to the idea of opening.
I am going backward in time. Last night, I cooked two artichokes. I had tried once, unsuccessfully, to cook one by boiling it. I think I just took it out too soon. Last night, equipped with internet assistance, I steamed two purple artichokes in water with garlic, lemon, and a bay leaf. Ate it with veganaise. Oh, and also with rice and salad and fish.
Sola is fascinated by cut flowers. I've been buying them and bringing them to work since she badly wants to tear them apart. Yesterday I bought pink peonies, tight spheres. This morning, they've opened up to the idea of opening.
I am going backward in time. Last night, I cooked two artichokes. I had tried once, unsuccessfully, to cook one by boiling it. I think I just took it out too soon. Last night, equipped with internet assistance, I steamed two purple artichokes in water with garlic, lemon, and a bay leaf. Ate it with veganaise. Oh, and also with rice and salad and fish.