Welcome to flamingobear. We're the Martin family. Jenn cooks a lot. Tim eats it. And the trees are awesome.
Something was amiss at our farmers’ market recently. Justyne of Noble Springs Dairy, whom we’ve affectionately nicknamed Goatgirl in the same vein as Supergirl, was nowhere to be found. Her place had been taken by her fiance Dustin, aka Goatboy. On a typical Saturday morning he’s at the West Nashville Farmers’ Market while she’s at the Franklin Farmers’ Market with us. Why the change? Goatboy’s response: “Well, I gave her the morning off to get ready. We’re getting married tonight.”
While on our way to storytime at the downtown library last Wednesday, we stopped into our favorite place to buy bread in Nashville. After picking up our sourdough boule (unsliced, please), we were on our way upstairs to see the Professor and Mary Mary.
What do you call it when you have to go the bathroom really badly?
A “pee-mergency”!
And, if you go in the bathroom American and you come out American, what are you while you are in there?
You’re a pee-ing! (European)
Sugar snap peas are one of our favorite vegetables because they’re easy to grow and even easier to eat. In French they’re aptly named “mange tout” which means “eat all”. No shelling is needed, but if the pods are stringy, remove the strings by snapping off the stem ends and then pulling the strings up the inside curves and down the outside. That’s it – now they’re ready to eat. Easy peasy.
We’ve talked many times before about our love for Delvin Farms, and that love continues to grow as they’ve fought through major flooding issues without complaint.
Well, this week, our love for Delvin led Jenn and Lindy to be featured on the Brentwood Homepage. [Click here for the original article.]
If you’ve read even a couple of posts on this blog, you know we’re a little bit into food, especially the local kind. And there’s no more local food than that we grow right here in our yard. Our girls are great eaters, and part of the reason for that is that they are emminently connected to their food. They know where it came from, how it was made, and they know what they like.
Well, 2009 was our second year of big fun gardening in our little “4 raised bed” garden. It looked like this…
Imagine that Pizza and Quiche fall in love, get married, and have a baby. Consider this the birth announcement. Welcome to the world, beautiful one!
I just wanted to send out a sincere note of thanks to our guest gardeners. We were gone for no less than 23 straight days this summer, and somehow, our garden survived. We’ve been collecting a variety of items (zucchini, squash, cucumbers, uh, more cucumbers, tomatoes, musk melon… it’s all been good.
Jenn got the award winning picture, today, though. So, without further adieu…
Personal thanks go out to the Kirks, the Hickmans, and the Garners. Really, we appreciate it a great deal.
When the strawberry orgy was mid-flight, we were not the only ones enjoying it. That’s right, hundreds of ants decided that they, too, were worthy of the sweet goodness of the strawberry. And they figured they might as well walk right into our kitchen.
Many families would run right out and buy some ant traps, or call in the exterminator. In fact, I had some ant traps in my hand at Target, but we decided to trust the “internet” on this one.
Jonathan Hatch provided the recipe, and I have to say, it’s worked for us!
Mix it up, soak some cotton balls in it, and throw the balls wherever you see the ant trails. They eat up the sugar, get a load of the Borax, and take it back home with them. Success (so far).
How great is that? A detergent as a pesticide…
