
Bless you, you lovely little balls of dough.
I made the mistake of reading the side of a milk carton this morning, and it annoyed me enough that I picked up the phone. Is there any connection between a stock image of a young seedling in a model's palm, and the milk my child drinks? I called Horizon Organic today and told them I thought it was less than honest to state "choosing organic leaves the world just a little better than how we found it." If they were indeed leaving the world a little better than they found it, you'd think they'd allow customers to visit their facilities. When I asked if I could see where the milk we buy comes from their helpful customer service associate replied, firmly, no.



You'd think your composting would produce enough to replenish your garden soil. But in reality compost cooks down more than Swiss chard, and if you want enough to spread around even a small garden, you'll have to seek it elsewhere. Equestrian centers or rhyming craptonite couriers are your two best bets for buying large quantities of compost for cheap.


[This is the first installment of what will be an ongoing, irregular series here.]
The Old Time Social of the previous post got me thinking about old stuff, and how old isn't necessarily good—we can thank modernity for Twitter, right?—but it often is. This little decaf bottle has been holding a small collection of 1922 silver dollars and 1964 half dollars since before I was around. Shoot, since before "caffein" had an "E" at the end. It had been my father's, and has been mine for a long while. I check the eBay values of these coins from time to time, but mostly just out of curiousity.






This lovely specimen from our garden was just steamed and quickly eaten by the entire family (the kid, now three, loves her veggies) before it could make its way to the dinner table. We're still new to the broccoli game, but understood that after the main head is harvested, the side shoots will provide more, if smaller, harvests for a while longer, before the plant has run its course. This side shoot was noteworthy not just for its deliciousness, but because when we sliced it off of the plant an hour ago, it was nearly six inches across, slightly larger than the main head that we enjoyed in January.