My car is dead, despite my having spent $500 to fix it two weeks ago.
Thousands of sugar ants are swarming my kitchen counter, despite the Terro.
My insteps are screaming like banshees on a moonless night.
But life couldn't be better than a plate of Cherokee Purple tomatoes and purple hull peas, both fresh and locally grown.
Enough said.
4 comments:
Looks delicious, Robley! I miss fresh crowder peas!
Can't you get crowders where you live?
They do have them at the farmers' market but I rarely fix fresh peas since I'm the only one in the house who'll eat them.
What a shame! I would eat fresh peas every single day of the week if I could get my hands on them.
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