No Motivation

Greetings,

I have lost my motivation to blog for some reason.  I still think about things, events in my life, in a blog-worthy / non-blog-worthy sense but the blog-worthy events don’t prompt me to boot up the computer, launch Live Writer and put it all down for others to read.  However, the kids are with their aunt today and the wife is “facebooking” on the couch so I find myself with some time to fill.

We started (that is the wife started) a small garden of sorts this year.  In the back yard we have a raised bed thing that has (among other things) some radishes and green beans.  The front yard has a small section as well with tomatoes, lettuce, cantaloupe and some herbs (like the cilantro above).  It is kind of exciting to go to the front yard when you need some seasoning.  Recently I saw a recipe for some seasoned fries in a magazine that we have a free subscription to (Food & Wine) and I was able to use the above pictured herb to make this…

The recipe called for rosemary but I used cilantro since that is all I had.  These fries are covered in olive oil then baked for 30 minutes (flipping them twice) then tossed in a bowl with cilantro and some crushed garlic along with season salt and some parmesan cheese.  They are baked for 5 more minutes and then they are ready.  The wife and I really liked them and were excited to make use of our garden for the first time.

The kids have grown addicted to freezes at the Speedway gas station.  The normal price is $0.89 for a 22 ounce but for the summer, the 44 ounce is on sale for the same price.  So when we buy them now, we get (2) 44’s instead of (4) 22’s and split them up.  The above picture is afterwards of course.  The glasses we use are the jars from the salsa we buy at a local store run by an Amish family (Miller’s variety store).  We have added to our glass collection quite a bit since starting to shop there.

Our dogs are just weird.  Take Nina for instance.  She has these poses that would make you swear she was human.  Here she is leaning up against a wall and crossing her legs while giving me “the look” (the look that says, you know I would really like to get on the couch with y’all like that little fluffy dog you have there on your lap).  Everyone once in a while she is granted access (assuming the wife is not at home at the time) and she takes all of 1/2 second to leap from the floor, arrive on the couch and find a spot where she literally will not move for hours (if you let her).

Well, the stomach is telling me it is time for breakfast.  Thanks for reading my random thoughts.

Jon