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jere7myWhen you see it on the news, that Boston has been devoured by an award-winning cherry tomato plant, remember that we meant well.
Said plant, which started out in a little pot clinging to a three-foot stake, is now large enough to hide a small child in. Our basils, parsely, and mint are looking decidedly nervous. Yesterday I had to add a new bamboo trellis, and then another stake, which I cannibalized from a bush in another part of the yard. Its modus operandi seems to be to send out a branch horizontally until it bends to earth under its own weight, then make a swift right angle upward. This lets it cover a lot of ground. We're rolling in little orange tomatoes, so I shouldn't complain, but I think I'll cut back on the fertilizer. Unless it figures out how to find the fertilizer on its own.
I tried out the Asian food court at the Super 88 grocery today. Mostly I wanted a bubble tea from Lollicup (the name of which always makes me think of a little drinking cup in pigtails and a short plaid skirt), which I obtained (honey green tea, yum). I supplemented it with a slab of unagi on rice, kimchi, miso soup, and a plateful of spring rolls from the Korean place. (I expected a single spring roll, but "spring roll" in Korean apparently means "eight little spring rolls, two dipping sauces, some lettuce with ranch dressing, and two fried chunks of sweet potato in case you thought we were kidding.") The food was passable, but not great. I'll probably be getting more bubble teas and fewer meals there, though it only seems fair to try the other seven or eight cuisines they have.
When I got home (having been called "Bitch!" by an irate motorist as I biked past him), I made mint iced tea, using the authentic Mennonite recipe supplied by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
adfamiliares's mom: a gallon of boiling water, seven tea bags steeped for five minutes, thirty sprigs of mint steeped for fifteen, two cups of sugar, and another half-gallon of cold water. I made half a batch, using something called "first flush Darjeeling," which came in a wooden box and was the only black tea we had in the house. Pretty tasty, but extremely sweet. Just like Mrs. E. used to make.
Probably she still does.
Unless the tomatoes got her.
Said plant, which started out in a little pot clinging to a three-foot stake, is now large enough to hide a small child in. Our basils, parsely, and mint are looking decidedly nervous. Yesterday I had to add a new bamboo trellis, and then another stake, which I cannibalized from a bush in another part of the yard. Its modus operandi seems to be to send out a branch horizontally until it bends to earth under its own weight, then make a swift right angle upward. This lets it cover a lot of ground. We're rolling in little orange tomatoes, so I shouldn't complain, but I think I'll cut back on the fertilizer. Unless it figures out how to find the fertilizer on its own.
I tried out the Asian food court at the Super 88 grocery today. Mostly I wanted a bubble tea from Lollicup (the name of which always makes me think of a little drinking cup in pigtails and a short plaid skirt), which I obtained (honey green tea, yum). I supplemented it with a slab of unagi on rice, kimchi, miso soup, and a plateful of spring rolls from the Korean place. (I expected a single spring roll, but "spring roll" in Korean apparently means "eight little spring rolls, two dipping sauces, some lettuce with ranch dressing, and two fried chunks of sweet potato in case you thought we were kidding.") The food was passable, but not great. I'll probably be getting more bubble teas and fewer meals there, though it only seems fair to try the other seven or eight cuisines they have.
When I got home (having been called "Bitch!" by an irate motorist as I biked past him), I made mint iced tea, using the authentic Mennonite recipe supplied by
adfamiliares's mom: a gallon of boiling water, seven tea bags steeped for five minutes, thirty sprigs of mint steeped for fifteen, two cups of sugar, and another half-gallon of cold water. I made half a batch, using something called "first flush Darjeeling," which came in a wooden box and was the only black tea we had in the house. Pretty tasty, but extremely sweet. Just like Mrs. E. used to make.Probably she still does.
Unless the tomatoes got her.
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Date: 2007-08-01 01:20 pm (UTC)(Examples: "remember that we meant well," "said plant... large enough to hide a small child in," "Unless it figures out how to find the fertilizer on its own," etc.... Your writing just tickles me, and I love reading it)
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Date: 2007-08-01 07:48 pm (UTC)How do I love thee? Let me count the ways... :)