Today is, of course, Taciturn Tuesday.
I really had meant to post this sooner, but the electricity went off at 8:30 this morning and didn't come back on until 4pm. That's right- over seven hours of no power. I felt like I was back in Ouagadougou, almost.
I really had meant to post this sooner, but the electricity went off at 8:30 this morning and didn't come back on until 4pm. That's right- over seven hours of no power. I felt like I was back in Ouagadougou, almost.
I spent the whole day sorting out EVERYTHING in our house: throwing out, giving away, re-packing and carefully labelling. It's seven pm right now and I'm FAR from finished:
We have raspberry bushes. They are nice:
We have exactly TWO ripe berries so far- one red and one golden.Here's how the garden is looking now:
And now from the "shall wonders never cease" category:
Yes, it IS an automatic pizza distributer. You put in your Euros and four minutes later a hot pizza slides out of the slot. No pepperoni, olives, mushrooms or other fancy fixings. There's only two kinds: reblochon (a local, rustic-type cheese) or reblochon with bacon bits.
But it seems like the ideal snack to eat with some milk from the automatic raw milk distributer, don't you think?
And now I won't write any more.
Otherwise my post won't be at all taciturn.
5 comments:
I think "taciturn a la Jacob" is a new category of silence just as my typing is now all $58*9%-2olwk';./k thanks to Lola the keyboard cat.
"Taciturn Tuesday"?
I thought it meant that you were just going to make a serious face and not write anything!
Wonderful post, as usual. I love to hear about your latest projects in the house because I am always mentally imagining the time when I will be following in your footsteps in central France. Do you suppose that there is any way to "imagine" things except "mentally"? It's very early in mid-America...
Did you try the automatic pizza? The fact that it has local cheese is promising anyway. Weird.
"Taciturn" is really just a relative thing in this case. It means that I don't ramble on quite as long as usual.
"Mentally imagining" smacks of pleonasm to me, too.
Sadly, we didn't have the time to try out the pizza. We needed to get climbing up the tower. And as the town is about 20 minutes away and sort of off the beaten path, I don't think I'll be popping over there just to try it anytime soon.
Maybe one day...
I have to agree that the local ingredients were not what I was expecting.
Mmmm, reblochon! I used to buy that on occasion when I lived in Geneva - we never had auto pizza machines, though. I clearly missed out!
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