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Ain’t just the view that’s French. Stoatie will be having French beans with her feesh, only they aren’t French because I picked them from the garden not half an hour ago. And they aren’t even French anyway. I read somewhere that they originated in Mexico. Horticulture, ha!

I, on the other paw, will be having fresh peas and new potatoes. Yes, summer has finally arrived.

This corner of Ye Olde Country is alive with fresh food at this time of the year. Her Stoatliness picked 12lbs of red currants on Sunday from just one bush in the garden and there are cherries and plums for sale everywhere. As for rhubarb, I appear to have grown a plantation of it… and there is no room in the freezers.

For some reason the cats aren’t impressed. They like their food to suffer… I’ve been thinking of making little squeaky screamy noises when I open their pouches in the morning, just to whet their appetites. They’d like that, I’m sure.

You’re having FRESH peas? I thought the English choice was MUSHY peas…

Fresh Peas? Do they call you bad names as you’re steaming them?

Stoaty is right, no news for me today, and day 2 in East Texas was better than day 1. The owner who had the wife’s purse was very witty and chuckled when I said I’d need to put my man-purse in the car before I ordered my lunch.

Then about 10 locals, working types, came in to the restaurant while we were eating catfish. “Cowboy” hats on, work boots, jeans, and the “hower-ewe” greetings I remember from West Texas 40 years ago when I arrived as a carpetbagging Yankee asshat.

No.
Masks.

I love Texas.

Uncle B – squeaky noises! Why not. I’m having to stick my nose in the Pomchee food every morning to convince the little rats that I’m eating the same thing they are.

I’ve been watching a series on plate tectonics and it’s absolutely fascinating. Each episode is an hour long and there are like, 12 of them. It gets REALLY in depth. Anyway – The Cliffs of Dover were mentioned! The British Isles are on a different plate than the rest of Europe and it’s moving south IIRC. Somewhere in Europe (Norway I think) there’s a matching cliff face with the same rock as Dover. It’s the spot where England was ripped off the continent.

DY: Pomchee? Part Pomeranian and part kimchee?

OldFert – should it be Pom-Chi. Yes, I guess.

Pomeranian Chihuahuas. They’re cute little buggers.

Wait…the plates move? OMG! They’re going to collide! We’ll all be killed! We need to stop making them slide by getting rid of, uh, something!
We have to do something!

Uh, I know what it is! The mountains are acting like sails and the wind is pushing them around! We have to stop the wind! Or level the mountains!
Contact Greta and tell her!

I’ve taken a break from the online world…I stop by daily tosee what Stoaty’s up to and a couple other non-political sites…but the rest is bollocks.

I just finished an excellent book “Those Wild Wyndhams” by barrister Claudia Renton…who in her debut offering creates a beautifully researched intimate portrait of three sisters who were at the centre of cultural and political life in late Victorian and Edwardian Britain.

Many of you will know Sargent’s painting which Edward VII dubbed the Three Graces… but maybe not the family and/or the times in which they they lived. I started reading and switched to Audible cuz I’m working in the veg garden a lot and being an old fart tend to fall asleep whilst reading in the afternoon or evening….the narrator brings the characters to life so well that I was sad to end the book.

Mitch, there’s a cliff in Rhode Island that matches up to one in West Africa. It’s got a seam of quartz running through it, and the streaks start on one continent and match up perfectly on the other. Wild stuff.

Mitch – plate tectonics really moves me too. 🙂
Parts of NY and NY used to be Africa. Land parts I mean.

Hey, are there Dungeness crabs in Dungeness? I’d go for those.

Neat link to fish rigor. Reading that, I think the freshest fish would not yet be in full rigor, whereas old fish would be post rigor and smelly.

There’s nuttin better than freshly caught fish.

A friend got his limit of stripers last weekend and dropped off a bag of fillets (a friend who cleans fish for you is a real keeper). I lightly, and I mean barely dusted them with Tony Chacheres cajun mix and blackened in ghee in a hot cast iron skillet, 2 min a side and on to the plate, a squirt of fresh lemon and into our bellies.

The Boston area was broken off the African plate and dragged along to the new world.

Uh Oh….that sounds oddly familiar for some reason these days.

Really. Truly. Long time ago I read an article about earth quake zones, and if one hits Boston there would be big trouble for the mooses and squirrels of Massachusetts and the BackBay would go all San Francisco from the liquifcation and it would get very messy.

You did know the Back Bay really WAS a bay, right?, and it’s just built up on the hulks of old sailing vessels that were junked, filled with dirt and scuttled to make land fill.

@Durned…SF did the same thing in Yerba Buena Cove…and them experts ain’t lyin’…the Marina district was indeed a liquefaction zone in ’89.

No wonder spell check told me I couldn’t spell liquefication!