And so, we cross into the time of Leo, or, The Hot Lion. Crashed and rested yesterday in the once again reverse Sabbath too tired to do anything but errands. Bought peaches and fresh apricots yesterday, so chilled and delicious one day in the fridge
Years ago when I was three, someone gave perfume for little girls, a toy of sorts but it smelled so good to me. Crazily enough, at World Market, I found some soap made in Portugal, castlebel, in the prettiest wrapper named, White Jasmine. It smelled just like that perfume, so I bought it. Yesterday, I found some wax cubes from Yankee Candles scented, White Jasmine. I am melting one in the kitchen now and it reminds of that perfume.
Had a pretty good Sunday dinner. Dredged chicken legs and thighs in seasoned flour and browned them to a crisp in olive oil. Added minced garlic, mushrooms and white wine to the pan and slowed this. Served it over bowtie pasta and had a simple, delicious salad of spinach and kale that I tossed in an herb vinaigrette made by a local craft company, Cousins…wonderful concoction of olive oil, cider vinegar, baby spinach, garlic, bread crumbs and a soupçon of flour. It was perfect with the greens that was also perfect with the chicken and pasta.
So hot outside I have drawn all the blinds and took one of the blue panels on the back porch door and and clothes pinned it across the picture window behind the telly. It gives the room a certain Je’ne c’est crois. I know I totally misspelled that. Sitting in a cool, shaded, scented Haven. PS. According to St. There’s, your mother wants us together!