Somehow forgot to oil the grates so this should be a fun one. Here’s to hoping for release when cooked.

Resting

Farm season 2021 commenced.

Down the hill, over the river, around the bend, into the forest, up the trail, and to the clearing where a zen garden sits. At the center of a winding path, a bell and a gnome.

When the farm share gives you too many carrots and lots of peppers you make giardiniera, apparently.

When dinner has that perfect crispy skin.

Hot take: this is very bad.

Source: Bloomberg

Doesn’t look like much, but probably the best thing I cooked in 2021.

Storm is coming.

Replanting

Drawing to scale. How’s your Sunday going?

COVID Seder

I cannot tell you how excited I am that Francine has gone from dropping leaves to this.

Getting some Passover inspiration.

Sunday dinner.

I think I nailed breakfast.

Two pickle minimum per burger in this house.

I’ve decided I like my burgers to be 6oz, with two pickles. Add charred onions, cheese, ketchup, and hoagie spread hot peppers.

Summer continues.

Going on 30 minutes like this.

I decided it’s summer and rode my bike to the grocery store and made this bounty on the grill.

It’s finally this time of year again.

The last normalish thing I remember doing pre-COVID was going to a Rage Room with Elsa. One year ago, today. Masking was still not a thing, but we heavily used hand sanitizer.

I’m often tired, I feel unmotivated to accomplish things in my personal life, and things I used to take pleasure in brings me no joy.

[butterfly.jpg] is this, depression?