Flowers are happy today

What is that slurping sound? Ah – yes, the perennial garden is REALLY thirsty, and so are the frogs. I know it’s a holiday weekend but it’s about time we got some rain. Isn’t rain traditional on Labor Day?

Breakfast at Morgan Hill Retreat

I approached the cheese counter at Central Market, a recipe swirling in my head. Two hip looking grandma types were considering a wedge of stilton. Always ready to meet like-minded Poulsbo-hemians, I said, “I served the French stilton with fresh figs at my B and B this morning. It’s great.” The woman with very short blonde hair, put the cheese in her cart with a smile, “Thanks, that sounds perfect, we’ve got to take something to a party tonight.”
I added, “Got any ideas, the pressure’s on for tomorrow?”
We discussed recipes. The other woman said, “I bake little cups of puff pastry. Then stir fresh tarragon into a ricotta, parmesan and egg-white mixture. You can use basil if you want but I like the tarragon. After you bake the little cups, put the cheese inside. Put a slice of heirloom tomato on top of the cheese and then a poached egg on top of the tomato. They’ll love it.”
I used my farm fresh Diva eggs, of course. YUMMMMMMMM.

Finding This Place releases October 1, 2009

I am so excited!! My first book is due from the printer any day!

This week’s fresh, bright and budding spring, helps us forget the PNW's dark days, sort of like childbirth. I've sequestered the divas (photo above) until the eagle’s hunting season is over, although I will open the pen on occasion. I feel bad for them all cooped up. I mowed the lawn yesterday and dumped the clippings into the pen. They were delighted. I’ve noticed more vivid eggs when they get their greens. The Marans are currently on sabbatical - haven’t seen a chocolate brown egg for a week – I hope they get their act together before Easter.