These past few weeks have been full of new experiences for me:
Hitting a curb, blowing out 2 tires and discovering we didn't have a 'real' spare, only an inflatable thing-y… That had to be inflated.
Learning how to use a power lawn mower (I'd only ever used the old, hand, push kind…. Sheesh, what did you think! I have mowed lawns in my mis-spent youth) BTW, my new best friend's name (the lawnmower) is Izy. It's right there on her front in little white letters.
And now: Boot Sales! Aka: garage sales.
Not only have I never participated in one before, I've only ever been to one. I bought a lovely antique Welsh dresser….
Oh wait, that wasn't a garage sale; that was an estate auction.
I've never been to a garage sale.
I've walked past them but never gone in, so to speak.
I've always considered them to be the ultimate in recycling: I'll buy your junk if you buy mine.
And, frankly, I have rather enough junk.
Facing my 5th major move in 11 years, I am trying to only buy what I really want…. And to only want what I really, really need.
That, and the minor little detail that I have been without a house-cleaner for the past 4 years.
(To make you all jealous – I had a maid come in once a week and thoroughly clean my house in Andorra…for less than $20.00 per week.)
Faced with not only moving my cherished goodies, but dusting them on a regular basis, I have decided it's time for them to become (in the immortal words of Douglas Adams) an SEP: Somebody Else's Problem.
My treasures are going on the block.
If you think about it, there probably doesn't need to be anything newly manufactured anywhere in the universe ever again….we can all just keep selling it to each other.
Boot sales/garage sales were not big among the Andorrans. Their wealth was new enough (and sufficient enough) that they would never consider buying something that had been 'previously owned'. That included antiques.
But the English, like the Americans, are ever searching for the treasure in the attic.
At least, I'm hoping they are.
Next weekend, I'm loading up the boot (trunk) and heading off to dump sell whatever anyone will buy.
Talk about being the new girl on the street – I haven't a clue even how to price anything…..
But, I'm sure, no one will try to take advantage of the new, dumb kid!
I've heard that people who frequent garage/boot sales are the milk of human kindness; generous to a fault.
Wish me luck!
But luck isn't necessary to find great new pasta dishes.
Just head over to Presto Pasta Nights, at Once Upon a Feast.
Pasta with Peanut Sauce
1 cup uncooked pasta – fusilli, penne, farfalle
1/2 cup chicken stock
2 tbs peanut butter
1 tbs dry sherry
2 tsp soy sauce
2 tbs fresh snipped chives
2 tbs fresh snipped oregano or marjoram
Cook pasta according to package instructions. Snip herbs. In a small saucepan heat chicken stock, peanut butter, soy sauce and sherry, just until peanut butter melts, stirring well to combine. When pasta is done, drain well and put into a bowl. Immediately pour sauce over and stir well to combine. Let rest 5 minutes. Add herbs, stir well and serve.
To those who have asked:
The toe was just a smoke screen. The real problem is diverticulitis. The surgery is Monday; expected hospital stay an additional 2 weeks; return to full lawn, hedge, vine and garden duties, 6 – 8 weeks.
Did I mention my new best friend is Izy? I haven't met Bert yet (the strimmer/weed whacker)… Soon, very, very soon.