I never thought I would say this, but I couldn't wait to come home and cook dinner tonight. After a weekend of hotel living and restaurant dining, I wanted nothing more than my own cooking. I was appalled at the food in Madison. Not in the hip, college part of Madison (which I'm sure has some great spots), but the strip mall, chain restaurant part of Madison where we stayed. I'll spare the details, but the food -- all of it -- was inedible. I also ate a bag of microwave popcorn. I don't know why. We don't have a microwave at home and I guess I thought it would be a treat. Not a treat, it turns out. I was sick for an hour and felt like I had rocks in my intestines.
So, tonight: a wonderful meal of black beans glazed in beer, with swiss chard, served over basmati rice. I watered the garden as it simmered. I am happy.
Also, good news. The vegetable sprouts did not die while I was away! I had visions of coming home to cracked, dry earth in the beds and sad, drooping plants indoors. But, no! Everything is alive and well! And with Mother's Day behind us, it's safe to plant the rest. As soon as I have time, I'll transplant the indoor sprouts to the beds in the yard and plant the sunflower patch. Then I'll explore the flower seeds that John's friend gave us and plant some in the flower garden. My camera is being repaired at the moment; otherwise you would be seeing photos of said sprouts, some beautiful blooming pink flowers that I did not expect to come back, and of course, my dinner.
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