So Friday was a bee yoo tee ful day in Charlotte . 75 degrees, a little breeze, lots of sun. I'm grinning and singing about the fall weather. I've got the day free and I'm sporting a brand new October t-shirt…it is green and it says BOO. I'm dogsitting for my mom, so I have Foxy the red mountain dog and my two. We go for a ride...
Then we go for a walk...
Not pictured: The stroller. The park is down the street from my house. Since spine surgery, Judge only has the stamina to walk to the park. He rides back. So I'm also pushing an empty stroller. On the way, we are an unwieldy bunch. We run into walls and trees. We almost tear off legs. We mow down recycling bins. We chase plastic bottles up and down the street. Luckily I'm the only one to step in dog doo. Dog doo left on the sidewalk by the evil Anonymous. (not us.)
While I'm trying to drag poo off of my shoe in the grass, the dogs wrap themselves around my legs, but at least they stay close. The stroller has a mind of its own and rolls almost to the creek before I can untangle the legs to get to it. Then Stroller time...
What I’m trying to convey to you is that we make a scene. People look at us. A lot.
When we get home, I discover the gigantic bright yellow factory sticker that says GLOW-IN-THE-DARK $5.99 still stuck to the front of my new t-shirt directly above the "BOO". Jeez. I didn't even know it was glow-in-dark.
So we hide indoors 'til dark.
P.S. You won't be surprised to hear that Punk acts up when I'm distracted by the other dogs. I go in the kitchen to make myself a fabulous salad and this is what I find:
Mixed baby field greens
Cherry Tomatoes, halved
Portabello mushrooms sauted in a little olive oil unti well cooked, sliced (use one good sized mushroom per serving)
Mild creamy goat cheese
Fried Shoestring potatoes (not like big french fries the crunchy little ones they sell in a can on the snack food aisle that woman used to use to top tuna casserole)
Balsamic Vinaigrette
Mix the greens and tomatoes with the vinaigrette. crumbled goat cheese liberally on top and cover with the warm mushroom slices to melt. Top with a generous handful of the potatoes. It was good but what really set this off was the fried flavor of the "french fries" the little crispies i used were too thin to really put in a big potatoe punch so I think next time I'll plate the salad on a bed of them AND use them as croutons. They really set off the flavor of the goat cheese in a way that is lovely AND surprising.


13 comments:
XUP: I feel certain if I were your neighbor, you'd call the authorities. Then LocationLaura would be posted from its new location: Unwieldy neighbor prison.
I love the dog & person scene you create!
TOO TOO perfect!!! The pics absolutely make the story come to life - not that your words don't - but the pics just complete the experience. I bow to thy wordsmithing greatness.
I loved it and I can vouch for how good that salad is!
That black dog is hilarious!
Oh LoLa! If I met you in the park while walking my dogs we'd immediately recognize each other as old sames. Yes, the circus-like walking gait; the trampled bins, flowers and brush; the outfit to match the show (Did I tell you once the various leashes became entangled in the tie on my peasant skirt and the whole thing fell down to my ankles and there I stood in my white granny panties?); yes, yes...the stares. I'm so glad to know I am not alone.
Thanks folks, definitely try the salad, it is melt in your mouth good.
and Pamela...I hope to goodness that skirt episode never ever happens to me!
that punk is a character and i think we're long lost sisters. maybe we should set up a compound for the likes of us :)
you are an excellent salad making lady.
btw, Pamela Kay---I looooove your name!
Leah, let's go ahead and get that compound started but Imma need lots of books, music, a vegetarian chef, and a knockout view near or on water
I love this story and can picture every bit of it! I especially like the Glow-in-the-Dark aspect of your new shirt. Does it really work? I will definitely try your salad recipe. It sounds delicious!
My Dad gave me that name when I was just a little girl. I love it, too. :)
Oh how I laughed. Thank you!
I can't believe Punk was on the kitchen counter. That is too funny. I'm sending this to my daughter Miranda so she can have a chuckle too.
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