The Garlic Harvest (Lessons Learned . . . I May Have Moles, But No Vampires!)

"I shall cut off her head and fill her mouth with garlic, and I shall drive a stake through her body."

--Bram Stoker's Dracula

So I planted garlic cloves last year. Probably not when I was supposed to. But I know I planted them "somewhere". I pulled several (that I could find) from the ground this morning, and here they are curing in the sun. They won't be ready to use for another week or so. I have to just leave them be until they've dried out.

Vegan Coffee Cake (Gooey Cinnamon, Pecan And Raisin Filling . . . Moving On)

Here we were again. No cake. Like my mother before me, I am a sucker for cake for breakfast. I was forced to eat many-a-coffee cake from the freezer section of our local grocery store when we ran out of the long plastic sleeves of powdered donuts. I never complained. I don't recall a homemade coffee cake ever entering the picture. I'd probably have laughed if someone tried telling me you could make your own coffee cake! 

Vegan Empanadas with Smokey Chipotle Peppers (While Knitting A Summer Cardigan)

Yesterday afternoon, in the heat of the day (temps hovering around a hundred or so degrees--give or take), I hauled myself out of my knitting stupor. I'm currently working on this darling cardigan: Amiga from Knitty, using a nice cotton blend yarn to keep the wool-itchies at bay. Summer knitting is a love/hate thing for most knitters in the South--me included. Some going so far as to swear off the needles until temps are more favorable for dragging sheep and alpalca wools over the tips of fingers. Do I really want to work on that wool blend throw, or very cool looking Wurm hat I am dying to wear in December when it's a hundred outside . . . today? I have found that my knitting speed suffers if I take the summer hiatus. So instead of going cold turkey, I keep the clicking going by changing up my fibers.

Vegan Chocolate Chubbies by Sarabeth Levine (Hello. . . Here's Chocoloate, There's The Locusts, Here's The Veggies, That's My New Treadmill)

We've been tap dancing around the subject. Last week hubby asked, "Did you have a new post you wanted me to read?" He knew by the look I shot him that the answer was "no". Then I added, "Unless you happened to have missed the Maggie good-bye." We both knew the answer to this. The subject was dropped and not a word mentioned since.