Sunday, April 21, 2013

Freak Show Carrots

Yesterday's long overdue chore was to pull up the remaining carrots so we could plant raven zucchini (it is supposed to grow upwards!), yellow snap peas, green snap peas, and even more carrots. I had to stop pulling carrots after the first few because they were scaring me. "Unspeakable horror of a carrot" is what we called the freaky ones.

We did determine that the Nantes carrots were the ones subject to mutation. One person thinks that a nematode is the culprit. Another thinks our proximity to the Lawrence Berkeley Labs produces suspect carrots. I just call them organic and leave it at that.

Not every carrot we grow is a freak show. The chubby carrots are the ones we replanted: red core Royal Chantenay.  You've never tasted a carrot so sweet!

The mutant carrots will be diced and added to some tomato sauce. All chopped up, they pretty and the ugly carrots look and taste the same. The boy also wants me to make him some carrot pickles, and I have the twisted idea of putting a whole mutant carrot into a jar, covering it with brine, and using it as a centerpiece. I could line up a row of mutant carrot pickles like the specimen jars we saw at a sketchy science museum in Vietnam! Yeah, maybe I'll do that.

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Big and Littles

Even though he was freshly bathed and conditioned, the Littles did not want to be near him. However, enough bacon can make all three sit close enough for me to take a picture.

Mingus smells spiffy because I took him for a bath. It was a full service bath, so I was hoping to sit outside in the sun and knit while Mingus got pampered. We walked in, and the groomer greeted us by saying, "Welcome to the lap of luxury!" So far, so good. Before I left, I had to assist Mingus up the stairs into the tub. This posed a challenge since Mingus, my normally confident dog, refused to move. Then, he let out a WOO! And another one. And another one. And then he would shake his body so we would all get wet. Then, another WOO! I couldn't just walk away and let the groomer deal with my dog, so I stayed there and proceeded to get soaked. 

Still, as awful as that was for us, I'll probably do it again because he feels like the softest bearskin rug. It's not like he was filthy before, but this ridiculous - he is softer than our cats. Plus, our one and only bathroom doesn't have wet dog fur on the ceiling. That, my friends, is the lap of luxury.


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