Jill Doughtie
Doughtie is pronounced DOW-tea.
Monday’s lunch came from the garden.
We planted potatoes by setting a few old potatoes with lots of eyes on the ground and dumping buckets of dirt over them. Potato plants grew and then died back. I went into the back yard with my gardening fork and lifted these out of one of the dirt mounds. I think there are still twice as many left in the ground. I figure they’ll keep well there, and if they sprout more eyes they will already be in the right place.
These artichokes grew along the side of the house. I served them with lemon juice from a neighbor’s lemons and my favorite California olive oil from Beyond the Olive. I’ve never tasted artichokes this fresh before, and they were so tender and flavorful that they almost didn’t need a sauce.
Monday’s lunch
I’ve been sewing bright colored seam binding around the edges of my cleaning rags, which are mostly retired washcloths and squares of retired towels.
I like the way they look when they’re hanging on the clothes line. They used to have ragged edges, and they would fray in the washer and dryer or look embarrassingly messy drying on the line in the back yard. These look pretty. And if they get mixed up with the regular laundry, it’s easy to keep retired washcloth cleaning rags from being confused with washcloths in good standing.
We were there too!
(on 5/5)
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