blue artichoke

I think it would be very easy for me to become a hermit, and now with Amazon.com Grocery Store, it just got a whole lot easier. I spent the greater part of the morning searching the site and wondering how long I could go without leaving my house/yard/neighborhood. I don't think I'd last very long. It's nice in theory, but I get restless staying in the same zip code for too long. I'd turn into a Martha Stewart just for something to do. Want a blueberry cobbler? I'll pick the berries from the vines I planted for just this occasion, fire up the kiln and make a ceramic casserole dish that I'll glaze with natural pigments found on the property, mill the flour for the cobbler topping and milk the cow to make some homemade ice cream. We can sit on the rocking chairs I just whittled and sit out in the gazebo I built. No problem!

Dinner last night: skillet orange chicken; herbed apricots & carrots; blueberry grunt*

*This grunt was the opposite of the plum grunt I made two weeks ago. This grunt was made on the stovetop in a covered skillet and had a fruit base topped with dumplings. The recipe said that the steam makes a grunting sound; hence the name. I did some digging to find out which dessert is the true grunt, and it turns out that this one is. The plum dessert I made is actually a buckle, because the cakey bottom layer buckles under the weight of the fruit topping. Confusing this further, though, is the fact that the buckle grunted and the grunt was silent.