No, not together. (Mike just peeked over my shoulder and said “ew, that sounds disgusting.”)
I think this has been one of my best days ever, to date. The only improvement might have been a nap and/or sleep in (went to bed at 1, Lou desperately wanted out at 3:30, and again at 4, and W was up at 6:30). I spent hours this morning at Beano lingering over coffee (a latte, then a mocha made with Bernard Callebaut chocolate) with s revolving door of friends – old and new, coming to collect sourdough starter. Stopped at the Greek grocery store for shredded kafati (phyllo pastry) to make nests (even though the Mini Eggs are long gone) and at the Mexican grocer’s for queso fresco (fresh cheese) for a Mexican-themed birthday party I’m cooking for tomorrow night.
Came home, pulled on my wellies and dove right into clearing out the yard. Both neighbours were out chatting over the fence as we raked up layers of squishy apples and dog poo, and the remnants of what appears to have once been a Nerf soccer ball and several hundred small plastic toys. But underneath all the crap we found green shoots poking through. Strawberries coming back. And chives. We burned old leaves and dried-out pea plants and paper and twigs, I got a blister from raking, and W ran naked (except for his rubber boots) through puddles. I cleared a new space out back for rhubarb. We all got much-needed doses of vitamin D. Lunch off the porch was green pea hummus scooped up with torn chunks of canopy-sized whole wheat pita I picked up at Kalamata grocery, washed down with berry smoothie (W), Grasshopper Pale Ale (M) and icy Prosecco (me). (Did you know you can buy it in individual-serving bottles? OK, it might be two servings, but enough for me to pop the top and drink straight from the bottle in the back yard. I’m not a beer fan.)
And then we came in, bathed and made pink popcorn. When I was a kid, we had a very 70s cookbook of “popcorn cookery” that contained disgusting recipes for popcorn cereal and crushed popcorn “shake n’ bake” chicken. But it also had a recipe for something called popcorn pastels; fruity candied popcorn made in rainbow colours using Jell-O powder. I loved popcorn pastels. I still think of it once in awhile, and so this year when I found wee candy bags with bunnies on them at the dollar store, I became determined to make pink popcorn to fill them with for our Easter egg hunt.
It must be pink popcorn though, not blue or green, and not popcorn balls, which are harder on the teeth and tend to lose their appeal halfway through. You can’t munch on them like popcorn – by biting into one you make a commitment to finish it, whether or not it’s a good idea.
One Year Ago: Lemon Poppyseed Whipped Cream Pound Cake