Still more tomatoes

I picked another 20 lbs. of tomatoes tonight. That's 60 lbs in the last NINE days! Good God, we have a great crop this year. The dark red, called Black Krim are extremely prolific. I have weighed all of the stuff I've picked in the last week and a half and I would say that a full 40 lbs of them are the Black Krim ... from one plant! Not only are they prolific, they are very tasty. I would highly recommend this heirloom plant.
These tomatoes are amazing!

More maters

Well, I picked 20 lbs last Wednesday and 20 lbs on Sunday. Not too shabby, as my Dad would say. They are so yummy. Pat was supposed to take some to work to share, but he forgot. If I get time, I'll take some up there. We have tomato sandwiches just about every night for dinner. Last night I made a couscous salad. It was delicious and pretty as well, cuz there were three different colors of tomaotes.

Chicken update

Our girls are growing and getting prettier. On the left is Goldie, a Wellsummer from the Netherlands. On the right is Charlene, a Marans from France - she has feathers on top of her feet.
This is Wilhemina, or Wili for short. She's a Barnevelder, also from the Netherlands.

To the right is Wynona, a silver penciled Wyandotte from the US.
By my calculations, they are almost
four months old. They are supposed
to start laying at five or six months, so it won't be long!

Tomatoes!

We harvested 20 lbs of tomatoes tonight. The basket on the right contains about 15 lbs of Black Krim - all from one plant. The green are Aunt Ruby's German and the red are Ace. They are all very tasty, but I think I like the green ones the best. Every time we bring them in from the garden my Dad says, why are you picking green tomatoes? He doesn't seem to get that they are ripe. And tasty.

Sennep

This it the bottle of mustard Kristen and Laura brought us from Norway. I got totally excited upon receiving it and Pat just rolled his eyes, like I'm a total dork. I admit I'm a dork, but this is great mustard. K & L said their cousin in Norway thought this was a weird gift for their Mom, but I love it. This mustard is so good. It's a little darker and sweeter than our basic French's mustard.
In Norway, when you buy a hot dog from a convenience store or the like, they have about a gallon jug of this stuff hanging upside down. It has a giant spigot that you squeeze. It's like a huge udder to deliver your condiment. So fun and so tasty.
We had portobello mushroom burgers tonight and Pat admitted that this is the best mustard he's ever tasted. Who's the dork now, huh?

Valley Fair

Yes, I went to (what I think) is our best mall here today. Gaaaa, what a mistake! There were a million people there. I get REALLY annoyed when I am on a mission to get this or that and groups of people walk four or five abreast and they are just moseying along. You can't get around them. I think this is so rude. In general I think our society is getting ruder and ruder by the month and I hate it, but that's another post.
I picked up a few things we (mostly Pat) needed and did a little recon on my upcoming new phone. The choices have been narrowed to a Blackberry curve or an iPhone. According to my friends on Facebook - they are about 50/50 divided on these two phones. The iPhone lovers are rabid about it and it is very cool. But I don't know if buttons or touch screen are what I want.
I can get a new phone in mid-September, so I hope my current phone doesn't conk out before then. I am the account holder on our cell account which includes Pat, Laura and myself. Interestingly enough, Pat is the primary phone number, which gives him the option of changing phones annually instead of biennially. I find this interesting because the account is in my name, and Pat has told me he could really get along without a cell phone.
Is this another of those male-female things? That makes me crazy.
Case in point.... when we bought my new car last year the dealership sent a plant and a nice note to Mr. Patrick Kelly thanking him for his purchase. I sent them a note, telling them I was miffed, because it's MY car and I'm paying for it. Then they sent ME a plant. Which died. The monthly statement is still in his name, my name appears no where on it. Well, at least I'm on the title.
Yeah, I know the real estate market is in the toilet right now and Pat is the primary bread winner. It wasn't always that way and it'll turn around again. Pat will certainly be happy about that.
Why do these companies always assume the man is the main person on the account?

PS. The mall is a great place to people watch. I actually saw a 30ish woman today in Macy's with short shorts (what we used to call hot pants in the day) and 3" black pumps. Yeah, she had nice legs, but from where I sit that just makes you look like a hooker.