One great step for mankind.
Getting our kicks at the Air & Space Museum.
Now we know.
What’s he looking at?
Toddler playing with severed head.
Things that make you go Hmmm.
The South Lawn all decorated for the Easter Egg Roll with the President.
The lawn across from the south lawn for those kids not lucky enough to get picked to roll eggs with the President. Is this the VP roll area? “Hey kids, you don’t get to rub elbows with President Obama. But, you can take a turn with VP Potty Mouth Biden.” The row of crappers really add to the ambiance.
For a nominal fee, you too can have Honest Abe at your next event.
Just in case you missed it, Ted wanted some answers about the White House Garden.
Destined for ParkedLikeAnAsshole.com. Dude took up 2 of only 3 spaces at the Whole Foods. Clearly marked Compact Cars Only.
GrowDammit Salad. That’s what!
Lettuce from our garden!
The beauty of the GrowDammit Salad is that it can have anything in it, as long as it’s from our garden. It will grow and evolve over time. It won’t pigeonhole itself like those dated Chef, Cobb and Greek Salads. Move over Caesar, with the GrowDammit…Anything Goes!
It was delish.
I know I said more from DC was next, but the Pepper poll has ended. Y’all like ’em sweet. I still like spicy just a tish more than the sweets. I don’t know how Ted voted. I’m sure he’ll have something to say about it.
So, now it’s time to tell us about beets. You either love ’em or you hate ’em. I love them. I love them best served at room temperature on a bed of arugula with goat cheese and balsamic vinaigrette. Fresh beets mind you. Canned are just nasty.
I know this, the spawn will vote “Hell No.” A couple of years ago, I decided to roast some beets at home. They walked into the house from school and immediately gagged at the smell. Then they ran from the house screaming. It looked something like this (just imagine the big Star Wars foot is a giant roasting beet).
Even Rufus Dragon refused to try them. This is his protest.
They will all be relieved to know that we are not growing them this year. This year.
This blog post is brought to you from our back deck. It was a beautiful day. We are toasting the garden with a glass of wine and a beer. Watching a dawg patrol the grounds. It would appear that we have disrupted the cutworm feeding schedule. All is right with the world.
Next…Even more from DC. AND, it might be time to harvest some lettuce.
We are too tired for a full report, but here’s a taste of our adventure.
That’s right folks, we’re taking the show on the road. Tonight is the much anticipated RUSH concert. Then on to DC. We did not receive an invite to tour the White House Garden. I guess the Obamas don’t read the blog. Too bad. I wanted to arm wrestle Michelle. A classic 1L vs. 2L battle. I’ve been working out. I think I could’ve taken her.
In other news, we have a thief amongst us. A piece of yard art is missing. A cute frog windchime. Anonymous speculated that it was either Bootsie or one of her heir. I don’t know about that. I do have a theory that Bootsie is indeed haunting Ted. Every time he moves her, he aggravates his hernia.
Rufus Dragon is frantic right now. The bags have come out and the packing has commenced. He knows something is afoot, but he’s not quite sure who to follow around the house. First Ted, then me, then Ted, then me…I think he’s settled on sticking with Ted for now since I’ve been up and down the stairs 20 times and he isn’t keen on exercise. He did get a bath. I’ll let Ted fill you in since a) I slept in and b) it was pretty uneventful. One of Ted’s strengths is to make even the most mundane funny.
Next…If I can figure out how to blog from my phone, you’ll hear from us. If not, we’ll be back Sunday. Will we take I95 (boo), or the road less travelled? I’m thinking we need an adventure. You never know what fun you’ll find on the back roads.
It would seem that even though we haven’t harvested anything from the garden, the cutworms have been helping themselves to all of the leafy green goodness. We will not take this lying down.
Rufus vs. the Flamingoes. We did some redecorating and put them in the garden as name stakes. I guess he thought they must’ve moved themselves and went nuts barking at them. Only the offer of treats could tear him away.
Goings on in the flower garden…tulips & bleeding hearts.
Next…We’ll break out the DDT if we have to cutworms. You’ve been warned. The Dragon’s bath has been put on hold until tomorrow night because Friday he is going to the Spa for the weekend.
P.S. I like both sweet and spicy peppers too, but I like one just a smidge more than the other. So vote.
I admit, I do love roasted asparagus. However, there is just something decadent about artichokes. They are awesome steamed whole served with escargot in a white wine, butter and garlic sauce. You can peel the leaves off and dip them in the butter. Then, when you get to the heart. Man, Oh, Man…that is the Good.
Apparently, our readers prefer smelly urine.
Anywho, a new poll is up. Peppas. Sweet or Spicy? My youngest spawn told me once that I wasn’t sweet, I’m spicy. LMAO. This is the same one who asked me in the checkout line of a grocery store why I wasn’t on the cover of a magazine. He’s a player, that one.
We picked peppers because Farmer Ted put on his chef hat today in an attempt to fight off the depression that has set in over yet another NASTY, cold, wet day. He was making me some vegetarian sauce (soy crumbles and earthy mushrooms – today’s were woodears – to sub for meat) to add to a mix of whole grain rices and parmesan stuffed in a bell pepper. Yummy. We also roasted some poblanos to stuff with black beans and queso (which we decided would be even better with the addition of a cornbread stuffing). More Yummy.
Next. Rufus still has not had a bath. The mulch pile is still there. And, Cornholio has not made an appearance tonight. Yet. Ted is wearing his Rocky sweatshirt, so we’ll see.
Farmer Ted got his hands on the neighbor’s lawn tractor today. I’m not sure what it accomplished, because the only thing that is growing in my back yard right now is onion grass, but he rode around on it. The grin on his face when I got home was a mile wide. It also kept him occupied, so I snuck into the garden to get those tomatoes, peppers and asparagus in the ground. Wouldn’t you know, I didn’t get two plants in before he marched over and proceeded to dig holes for the rest. *sigh* Actually, it’s really cute. One thing I don’t mind is having help. Nobody likes lazy.
The fig tree is in the ground! We jury rigged some fencing around it to keep the critters out, so we’ll have to come up with something better tomorrow. Is it jury rig or jerry rig? I think I’ve heard both. I’ll let Ted figure that out. Since he gets up so early, he can often be found reading random Wikipedia entries when he’s not in his library. He knows a LOT of random shit. It might not be acceptable for citation in research papers, but he sure can spout off some interesting facts convincingly.
Next…Rufus vs. the Bath. He’s been on groundhog patrol.
Fun with 10 square yards of mulch.
Never a dull moment.
That little temper tantrum didn’t last long, but boy does crappy weather put us in a bad mood. Today was much more seasonable, and productive.
Ted and I seem to be at an impasse about the yard work. He doesn’t like to see me work? So, while I REALLY hate to complain about this…I like working in the yard. I pick up the mafia scissors (you know the ones…they look like they were designed to cut off a toe) to do a little pruning, and he immediately takes over. I pick up a rake, and within minutes he’s got the rake. The only thing he won’t touch is my flower garden. He doesn’t know a weed from a daisy, so he’s not going near it. I fixed his wagon and decided to put the herbs we got yesterday in there. I could tell he wanted to take the trowel away from me, but decided against it. Besides, the youngest spawn was eager to help so I didn’t do all of the work. I was considering planting some of the hot peppers in there as well, but he gave me the stank eye as he grabbed those along with the tomatoes and shoved them inside the gate of one of our veggie plots. Point taken. I know when to back off.
He went back to work on the front bed we decided to tackle today, and clearly was not going to let me help. As he’s said before, my job is to “stand around and look hot.” LMAO. I went and got a manicure. He stayed home and performed a small miracle on that bed. I guess I’ll wait to do my yoga until he is finished gardening for the day.
Rufus Dragon continues with his daily groundhog patrol. This consists of napping all day until I pull up in the driveway, at which point he hops up and makes a mad dash to the groundhog hole in the back yard. He then pops over to the neighbor’s yard to check the various holes that Phil has made over there. After he makes his rounds, he comes back and harasses one of us until he gets a treat.
Just another day in the life.
Next…tomorrow’s forecast looks pretty nice. Of course, I have to work but I imagine Ted will be out in it. I’m not going to tell him yet about Tuesday’s weather. You might hear him sobbing from here.