Friday always seems like the perfect random sort of day to me.
Does it to you?
I mean, the weekend is almost here, and anything can happen. I love the weekend! I bet you do too.
Friday evening usually finds me right, here at home, on the front porch. Admiring the flowers.
I’m not much of a party girl.
Speaking of flowers…
The very short, almost ephemeral, season of the flowering black locust (Robinia pseudoacacia) is upon us. Don’t blink. It only lasts a week or so.
The thing is that the flowers are just so out of this world delicious as fritters!
My favourite batter is as follows:
1 cup flour
2 Tbs sugar
pinch of salt
2/3 C milk
1/4 tsp vanilla
1/4 tsp fragrant rum (I use Czech rum)
Olive oil for frying
Dredge the flower clusters in the batter, or, strip the flowers from the stems and mix into the batter, then, spoon into the oil.
Fry a few minutes till golden brown, drain a few minutes on paper towel, sprinkle with sugar/icing sugar, EAT!
Oh my gosh, there’s something about eating flowers that makes one feel like a Goddess. Like Venus and Athena on Mt Olympus! My friend Katie and I shared these fritters and we didn’t even touch the brownies!
Out of the world delicious!
Don’t confuse black locust with laburnum though. Laburnum is poisonous!
I know, now it feels like a sort of Russian roulette, but laburnum blossoms are yellow and black locust are white…go figure.
Tuesday I taught the therapy journal and, while my students were busy finding the perfect words to describe the day, I carved a couple of stamps. I love carving stamps and love stamping the resulting carving to see what I got! Such a thrill. Then, my students are welcome to use those stamps Win, win!
Since last Sunday night and the fresh pizzas I’m so not over them. This one with beef pepperoni, mushrooms, red onions, tomatoes, parsley, mozza! OMG!
And last random, roses! Roses and roses and roses!
Bunches and bunches and armloads of roses!
Ever since I read Martha Stewart’s gardening book and that her husband gifted her with umpteen rose bushes for mother’s day I thought, well then, all I have to do is move to the country and Robbie will be so happy to gift me umpteen rose bushes. But I’m here in the city, so I can’t even begin to tell you how wonderful it is to have, (over these five years in my small city garden,) cultivated enough rose bushes to just be able to go out in the garden and clip as many of the blossoms as I like.
I love roses.
But I still want to move to the country to grow so many rose bushes that it borders on an obscene amount!
Sharing with Nancy and the random bunch.