I don't have A.D.D.

This is the street before mine.  I pass it every day and chuckle immaturely to myself.  Something's gotta keep you awake on the way to work pre-coffee, post 5-hour sleep.  Leaving:

That's right.  That's where I live.

This is where I used to live.  Kathryn is the only roommate I didn't end up hating who also happened to be a very dear friend.  And she's soft too.  If you're from Cleveland, help her find a job, or at least point her in the right direction.  She's smart, she's pretty, she plays cello.  Realllly smart.  Truly, award winning smart.

All my good friends play cello... I wonder why... Hm... What could it be... Lol.  I can't wait to hear what this piece sounds like!  Written for and premiered by the 12 Cellists of the Berlin Philharmonic.

This was placed on a window sill in a shoebox at the entrance of the post office in Putney: "Free snake skin from our front lawn"

They never tell you manual labor is part of the job.  This morning began with 5 unlikely suspects breaking and entering into this storage unit.  None dead, one lost a finger.  Almost.  A gun-blade-object was involved.  They will arrest the two Asians first.

Ruth picked these for me from her barn.  They had really hard shells and orange yolks.  She said I didn't have to refrigerate them, so I didn't.  I ate like a King for a week.

Searching for other ways to eat like a King, I went here:

Putney farmer's market

All I got was:

It looks good, but it wasn't that good.  I am so hungry for Asian food that (don't tell anyone) I ate this NON SPICY green curry... And today, I had Chinese food :(  The coconut custard pictured here was decent, though I think there was too much pandan.  As a result, the green.  

However, this blueberry muffin was absolutely amazing.  Putney Co-Op (yes, I am a member.  I own a share!  A miniscule share, mind you) makes the most amazing muffins.  If you go at 8 AM, it is piping hot from being out of the oven.  Fluffy, buttery, and not too sweet... It's a fucking dream.

I know I've been ignoring the "gustations" part of the blog, but speaking of dream, here is the best meal I've had since I left home.  L.A. Burdick Chocolate Shop & Cafe boasts a killer French onion soup, and a more than decent Nicoise salad.  Notice the egg is cooked perfectly.

Everything there was perfect.

 except something was missing.

But come Monday, nothing will be missing :)

Hope you enjoyed my end of May and beginning of June.  Maybe none of this made sense...