I Promise For Real This Time...

I have been saying that there are more posts coming and have alluded to them all over the place. So, where are they?

They're coming.

I don't want to make you sit there and think "Oh great, we sit around and wait for posts that she promises and for all we know the only thing up and coming is a post about her love for walnuts (I like to open the shell with an old school metal nutcracker and try and figure out why I bother digging the meat out when I can buy it shelled- but I enjoy the zen of the process) or why her kids are the bestest and funniest (they are though of course) or how the middle American states are a Republican party ruse meant to garner more electoral college votes but they don't actually exist (this one my older sister came up with in high school and for a while seemed kind of believable, until I had to fly to Kansas City, Missouri- they do exist, Republican or otherwise)."
Is that what you were thinking?

Well- I feel it is only fair that I share with you what some of my forthcoming posts are regarding:
My awesome organic heirloom tomato and fresh picked apple salsa recipe.
Mini-golf.
The trickery of town recycling (I know- you can hardly contain the excitement!)
My (once again awesome) zucchini blueberry bread recipe.
The search for a good primary care doctor in one of the greatest medical communities in the U.S.
How to sew a tutu on the fly.
Good reasons not to tempt fate by saying "My child hasn't really talked about god yet..."
The dangers of apple picking without proper safety equipment.
How to beat Martha Stewart in a centerpiece fight.

Now, not all of these are done so hold your horses. Some are but I haven't attached the pictures so I haven't posted them yet. And of course I will continue to blog without advanced notice, preparation or use of protractors and graphing calculators. I just wanted to put it in writing that I am indeed working on posting more and have a thing or two to say about a thing or two (I like to say that). So consider myself pledged unto thee as a true and faithful blogger to the best of my abilities and at least for the next month. I'm only making promises one month at a time. I'm crazy but not crazy enough to plan that far ahead.

After all- come November, I could be in Missouri cracking walnuts old school and swapping kid pageant pictures and report cards with the head of the GOP.

Here is a picture of me that is badly in need of
photoshop (sleep much?) that
seals unto you my promise to be a better, more faithful blogger.

Pick Your Berry

It has come to my attention that I ramble and my posts are a wee bit, well out with it- I am taking up a lot of valuable blog viewing time with my lengthy posts. So here is a short one to break up the monotony. Although you get what you pay for.

I think New Jersey blueberries make a mockery of nature's purest intentions. Wild blueberries of the sort found in Downeast Maine are the only true blueberry and anyone who says different has clearly lost their marbles or taste buds. Maine blueberries are grown on the glacial barrens and nurtured by lightly salted air. They take a delicate touch and still a firm stance to pick and they taste perfect warm, cold, frozen or hot. Beauteous and ideal in pies, covered in cream in sugar, on oatmeal, in muffins, in big heaping spoonfuls. Clearly a higher power had a hand in this creation.

But Jersey High Bush berries? Come now? Who are you fooling? Standing comfortably and picking leisurely with minimal effort. Giant berries that are an affront to the order of things? And the tart, slightly sour taste when there is taste at all? What is going on with that? I'm not beating up on New Jersey- they take care of themselves in that department. I'm just begging you as a reader with a palate and interest in pleasing it to consider choosing the better berry this year if you haven't already. Blueberry season starts around August in Maine so I'd get on it.

Finis et bon apetit.