“I’m going to pummel you. With pomelos,” I said. Yeah, I can threaten violence here. But citrus violence seems less bad.
He was not actually afraid. I never follow through on my offers of violence.
I was standing at the sink–I’d generated a ton of green waste by sorting old basil to make pesto and preparing lots of asparagus. “What if we did hugelkultur…with asparagus stems?” I asked Ming. I was laughing. “Yeah, I’m going to tell you a bunch of ridiculous notions and then take a picture of your reactions. What if we did hugelkutur…with asparagus stems?”
I gotta think of more shocking notions. People being responsible and doing what they say they’ll do is the most shocking notion I can think of. Or yeah, caring about the well-being of all, as opposed to the bank balance of self. That’s a kind of responsibility though, huh.
Also I am considering having parsley for hair instead of hair. I think it’s hella pretty.
I picked this from our garden yesterday morning to give a friend who was handing off a flash drive out toward Henderson, but there was a mix up, and the parsley was not delivered to him. But it’s still good.
Ming was waiting and waiting for the sun to come up, but when it finally came up, he got sleepy and went back to bed. Poor sweetheart. Narcoleptic irony.
I made vegan pesto quinoa pasta with asparagus and pine nuts for breakfast. Yeah! Some people would consider it a citrus violence, that I don’t put lemon juice in my pesto. But I love it this way.