Maxibels are on order

With Michele Obama championing gardening, the weather suddenly turning (briefly) warm, and spring official, I finally got around to ordering seeds. It’s a gamble — not the seeds, really, but the balancing act that it takes to home garden. The unpredictable weather, my time, the right mix of plants, my back — will this be a good year for the garden? A bad one? Or, as is usually the case, mixed?

Hope springs eternal, every year, and I’ve sent in my order. Come by in late July for green beans and raspberries!!

My husband, who first dismisses the trendy — Twitter, any music after 1970, any clothing past UnderArmour — and then embraces it with a passion, has discovered food blogging.

 It started with his new phone — a Droid. He began taking photos of dishes I made. Then he started taking photos at restaurants. Now, you can’t stop him. I think it’s embarrassing (not to mention the food gets cold) but restaurant personnel are so used to blogging that flashes going off at every table don’t even cause a ripple in the staff’s attention.

I must admit, his photos are pretty good. Here is his photo of bibimbap at the H-Mart food court in Burlington.

Delicious bibimbap

He’s now way into Twitter, and sometimes he’ll listen to music past the heyday of rock n’roll.

But will I ever get to eat a meal in peace?  And, by the way, will he ever get over his UnderArmour fascination?