A mostly photographic post by a hippie in limbo

Adam and I have been on the verge of a momentous change for the last few weeks.  Living in limbo is no fun at all and my psyche is getting frayed around the edges under the strain.  I will post about it, in a less cryptic fashion, as soon as the ink is dry.

In an attempt to distract myself, I have decided a blog post is in order.  

< A Peck of Pickled Peppers

Before the evil white flies annihilated our jalapeno bushes, we harvested quite a few peppers.  If you've never tried them, fresh jalapenos are HOT. Really HOT.  I like the flavor of them, but don't enjoy pain (while eating at least). My favorite way to eat them is pickled.  You can put them on nachos, tacos, or even pizza like we did in my last post.  With the yield from our bushes I was able to make two jars of pickled peppers.

This idiot's guide to pizza dough

I have a confession to make:

I am flour impaired.  

I'm not too proud to admit it.  

Dining room upgrade: upcycling project from hell

When Adam and I moved in together I brought all the furniture.  He contributed a BBQ grill and a TV and that's about it.  Everything else was mine.  I was living in a one bedroom apartment before we started renting this house so you can imagine that my four-seater bar top table from Walmart wasn't exactly a functional item.  

Wigglers and Squigglers update

One of my first posts was about indoor worm composting.  Adam and I lovingly researched and constructed our own worm compost bin.  Everything went well for about 2 months and then tragedy struck.

Barfday Blogging

I would like to start out by saying thanks to all the well wishes on my birthday (and during my pre-birthday weekend).  I appreciate every single person who took time out of their day to contact me and especially those who ran out and bought me amazon gift cards to support my kindle habit.  Oh wait, no one did that? Eh, maybe next year! ;) Kidding.  Anyway, it allowed me to get in touch with people I haven't spoken to in a while.  

It's that time of year again...

You know the one I mean...

The time when the days get longer, the flowers bloom, the bugs come out in full force, and the scorching heat and instant sweat producing humidity start again.

Oh, and that damn birthday monster rears it's goofy-hat-wearing, noise-making, balloon toting head.  Ugh.  Two weeks and then I can forget it exists for another year.  Anyone else want to sleep through their birthday?