Such a pretty graphic from Graphics Fairy. And so perfect for us in Oak Alley. Every morning, before checking on the garden, I should don my hard hat because squirrels are pitching acorns furiously. They certainly have been an industrious lot.
This is a fried green tomato. I chucked all of it into the garbage and started over with much thinner slices. John ate them, but felt that I may have failed. He's never eaten them before, nor had I. He says that I don't have to go out of my way to ever make them again. Right. I won't. So to anyone who does make fried green tomatoes, what am I doing wrong?
My daughter volunteers for a certain campaign this autumn. She works a regular job and donates an additional 20 hours or more a week. Last night found her traveling 40 miles to pick up signs for our hometown. Ten of them. She thought that she would be getting a hundred. Hmmm... Oh well, at least she has one for her vehicle.
Yes, that is John in the background. Quite a work out he had yesterday because this is the garage he built. He says that ripping out his own work is some of the most difficult he's ever done. He does build a thing to last.
Say, do you enjoy fried green tomatoes?