Monday, June 2, 2014

harried housewife

This was just too funny not to post. As I drove home from the very impressive piano recital that included my very impressive grandchildren, I was picturing the exquisite, simple arrangement I'd make tonight: maybe a single white rose in a black, fluted vase. Instead, I jumped back into making a pot of Frogmore stew that was delicious but left no time for "a single white rose in a black, fluted vase." Here, instead, is what graces my windowsill (and sink) tonight.

For the record, the cabbage was great in the stew, and I'll explain the "pepper cork" later. 

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