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We had a good storm last night after a beautiful weekend. My tomato plants were loving it and they’re growing so quickly it’s dumbfounding us.
I’ve been eating some delicious food lately. With Matthew’s work schedule, I have the weekend and Monday nights to make whatever my little heart pleases. Believe it or not, being in the military did not break Matthew of pickiness when it comes to food. If anything, I’d say he’s even more selective. Must have been all those MREs. When it’s the two of us, I’m much more conservative/traditional in what I make for dinner, so I relish the three nights of the week I have all to myself.
Look at those mushrooms in all their juicy, buttery goodness. This is one of the prettiest pictures I’ve ever seen.


This was Saturday’s dinner. On the blue plate is avocado and garden tomatoes. On the green plate is herbed ricotta goat cheese with wheat crackers. In the red bowl on the left is tomato, cucumber and onion salad with a vinegar and oil dressing and in the red bowl at the top/middle are shiitake mushrooms and spring onions sauteed in butter. I eat like this most weekends. It’s a wonder that I don’t weigh 450 pounds.
I’ve discovered that when I’m alone, I tend to eat more like a vegetarian. I’m not one by choice (at least not anymore, but there was that one year in college…), but I guess I just like veggies, cheeses and other non-meat items better. That and I’m too lazy to cook meat just for myself. It takes way too long.
So, to go along with my non-meat theme, I also made a strawberry pie with some of the strawberries I picked on Saturday. I had five stinkin’ pounds to consume afterall.

I thought it was very good and was perfect with a little whipped cream. Okay, that’s a lie. I like A LOT of whipped cream. If you would have been in my house this morning at 5:15, you would have seen me squirting it into my mouth straight from the can. I have to have something to run on when I’m at the gym.
Believe it or not, Matthew doesn’t “prefer” (doesn’t that sound nice and diplomatic?) this pie. He says that the glaze tastes funny, but I think it’s really because it’s lacking in chocolate. Freak.
I also did something that would make my mother-in-law proud yesterday- I made freezer jam. When she visited us last year, we attempted to do this together, but ended up with strawberry syrup instead of jam. This time however the jam set up perfectly.

And that’s how you use five pounds of strawberries.
What with all of this pie making, fruit picking, and jam making going on around here I’m starting to feel like Martha Stewart. But, to keep me from getting too caught up in that, uh, dream (?), I have a domestic mystery to solve and I need your help. I picked this thing up for free this weekend and I have no idea what it’s used for. It says “The Creative Circle” on it and has a little needle and thread illustration on it. All of the circles are numbered 1-25. It’s about 8 inches long and the largest circle is the size of a quarter. A Google search was futile. Futile I say.

I figured that even if I don’t figure out what it is, I can use it for my own devices, ranging from pasta making to highlighting my hair (not really, Dad). Any ideas?
Do any of you think it’s weird to write an entire post on food? I read a lot of blogs that do this and I find them interesting, but do you? I guess for most of us, it’s one of the more exciting parts of our workday. For some reason when I think of posts like this, I think of a little kid (or not) telling me to look at his “seafood” while he opens up his mouth full of food for me. Look at my food! Look at my food!
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