*caramelized onions destined for the freezer—because what else is there to do when the entire onion patch is going mushy rotten?
*for breakfast: the first ear of corn, uncooked and scraped off the cob for a toothless child with rumbled hair
*roasted corn (from the filled-to-bursting sack my brother gave us) on its way to becoming a salad (yes, I am the insane woman who cranks her oven up to 450 degrees over the blazing hot noon hour, yikes)
*granola breakfast bread
*dark chocolate cake with peanut butter frosting (and, not yet added, chocolate buttercream and chocolate ganache) for the the new parents at church
*shocking beet hummus
*baby chick on barn floor—thanks to that photo, I’m seriously wishing my concrete counter tops were slate gray instead of red
*panting (or making a face so your mom will cease and desist with all the obnoxious picture taking)
P.S. The barn is not my domain. At all. But my husband forgot to set up for the chicks that were coming so this morning, in the midst of kneading bread and boiling eggs and digging potatoes, I set up a little nest for them. It’s a slapdash affair, one that involves torn strips of cardboard and a glass pie plate for their feed. I’ll let my husband fix them up a proper nest when he gets home tonight.