When we lived in the Vendée we had over 100 rose bushes – only 1 planted by me and that because it was a gift.
Here we have 5 rose bushes. I appreciate them so much more.
Each one is unique, pretty and has a scent that makes me want to bury my nose every time I walk by.
With 5 rose bushes I can pay attention.
You know the lawnmower adverts one sees, of an attractive, well-dressed person, riding smoothly around a perfectly cut green lawn, cutting it in record time with barely a crook of the finger?
It almost makes one feel guilty for mowing the lawn; it’s such an easy, pleasurable task.
The three acres I’ve been mowing are so full of mole hills, rabbit holes and everything in between it’s like a Midwest road right after the spring thaw and before the road crews are out (full of potholes).
I hang on with all my strength and still almost get bounced right off the damn tractor.
Fortunately, I get ample breaks from the jouncing…. to do the repairing.
I wanted to make mon mari feel properly needed so I broke the tractor three times on Friday.
First, the chute thing that sprays out the cut grass gets clogged up from the brambles and thick weeds.
It always happens when I make a fresh cut in a new section. (I divide the property up in, um, creative sections to keep my mind from permanently going dormant.)
So I have to stop, take my trusty pole and clean it out.
It doesn’t always want to start back up again.
The mower part; I haven’t broken the actual tractor….yet….
Friday I learned how to take the plastic covers off and play with the belts; how to take the back deflector thing off and look at things I’m clueless about to report their status to mon mari (who was supervising – you didn’t think I did any of this on my own, did you?)
I’d tell you about the other, technical stuff, I learned but it would be meaningless – it is to me, anyway.
The most important thing I learned is that if it takes 12 hours to mow the lawn (it did), only 7 of them actually involved cutting green stuff, the rest of the time is fixing the mower.
The second most important thing I learned is that if I would listen to mon mari, and not try to cut the thick brambles, I could cut that 5 hours of tinkering down to, maybe, 30 minutes.
I just have this devil in me that, when I start a task, I want to do it all, even if doing it all is neither expected or possible.
Mon mari says we’re going to Round-Up the brambles.
He also says I have to quit breaking his toys.
On a different topic: I found black quinoa at the store the other day.
Naturally I had to try it.
For those of you have aren’t familiar with it it comes in tan and red varieties, as well; all similar in taste and preparation.
Quinoa is very high in protein and “contains a balanced set of essential amino acids for humans, making it an unusually complete food” according to Wikipedia. It’s also easy to cook and tasty – what more could we want?
1/2 cup quinoa (100gr, 3.5oz)
1 cup chicken stock (or the amount of liquid your package recommends)
Combine quinoa and stock in small saucepan. Cover and bring to a boil. Reduce heat and simmer until done, about 15 minutes (or whatever your package says). Serve.
This serves 2 generously – per each serving it has app.
Calories (kcal): 170
Carbohydrages (glucides) 35gr
I think I like the red best – prettiest.
To the basic recipe you can add sautéed mushrooms and/or shallots and/or fresh herbs or use it in a pilaf or stir-fry…. Use it any way you would use rice (Except risotto)