My good neighbor Andy and his wife Pat left for Maine last evening. They missed a tremendous thunderstorm which woke this household at three in the morning. It was a spectacular light and sound show, but it did little to alleviate the oppressive heat and humidity which was back with a vengeance at daybreak. I thought to myself - I should be a good neighbor, I should go check on Andy's blackberries. I'm sure that the ONLY reason he was able to leave town with clear conscience is because he KNEW that I would look after his crop.
Some flour and sugar, a few pats of butter, fresh lemon juice ...
If only there was a way to offer a scratch-and-sniff feature on this blog! It smells better than the Italian bakery on Sunday morning. After Mass.
My Italian sunflowers fell over in the storm. I also lost one of the tomato plants that my sister gave to me, but will you LOOK at that big marmaluke tomato!!!! (marmaluke is a Carson expression - it makes me laugh whenever he says it - always so enthusiastically!!! Always reserved for something inordinately HUGE!) That marmaluke barely fits in the palm of my hand. I have marmaluke paws.
Do you remember the movie 'Michael' which starred John Travolta, Jean Stapleton, William Hurt and Andy whats-her-name? There is a scene where the actors are ordering and eating and singing about pie. "Pie is pretty", Andy chirps. And she's right - the only thing that makes it prettier is the scoop of haagen-dazs vanilla to one side!
