Yesterday was a terrific summer’s day. I romped in the Couturie Forest with a friend who I have not been able to catch up with for a long time. I went to the Farmer’s Market and finally got my knives sharpened and got some delicious summer squash, Creole tomatoes, gulf shrimp and peaches! I came home and we all got in the larger than life family pool that I blew up with the air mattress pump and we hung out there with Crepe Myrtle blossoms drifting by and landing in the water. We had a lunch of seabream almondine, brown couscous and flash fried spinach.
Then T and T2 went to take a nap.
And I set about working on a few projects of mine that have been on the shelf for a while, mainly books for Tin about Tin.
Then when T woke we watched a little of Treme as we are going back and watching it having finally relented. Then when T2 woke up, we walked to the park and played and the breeze was blowing lifting the summer heat curtain for a brief period of time. There were a lot of folks fishing on the bridge as we went by, but they were only catching small fry, nothing worthy of a fish story.
We returned and made a delicious supper of summer squash, Creole tomatoes and Louisiana Gulf shrimp and fresh pesto from the basil that was already bolting to flower, and penne pasta. Several books later and T2 back in bed, we finished the 8th episode of Treme and I guess you could say, we’re sort of hooked. It lacks the plot tension of the Wire and it carries with it the water weight of sadness from the Federal Flood but seeing how this was the Mardi Gras episode, I suddenly had this great desire to wake up on Mardi Gras morning, put on a new costume, and go outside to enjoy the greatest party in the world right here in New Orleans – the City that Indeed Care DID NOT Forget.