By the end of our weekend with Tango, here’s what was happening: dog pile. Tango is staying with us this weekend, too, and I’m psyched for more of this!
I don’t know why he loves popcorn so much. (Hmm, do I know why I love popcorn so much?)
Lap dog? I don’t know why Boh was feeling this lovey, but I managed to snap a picture with my free arm.
I used to make applesauce bread every week, especially during my first year of grad school. I don’t know why I stopped. I made maybe the first loaf I’ve baked of it in this house on Tuesday. Delicious.
We are both working. Hard.
My friend R. offered this caption: The ultimate comfort food. Love it.
The transit of Venus! (Via live webcast. I watched it as I worked. And yes, I took this picture of my computer screen.)
Which brings us to pesto. I made this last night with basil from my first farm share of the summer season, and it was the perfect post-yoga meal.
Oops. Looks like there’s no knitting content here. Which doesn’t mean I’m not knitting. My pinwheel blanket is growing. Really, it is.