Good morning birds.

Back to a regular coffee pot. I tell myself I shouldn’t drink this regular stuff but I’m putting in the filter and filling up the water and grinding the beans and then listening to that sputtering sound of percolation.

Bacon and waffles.

I hull the first strawberry. The delight of a sharp knife.

Need new menus.

The clucking of the chickens almost sounds like children laughing.

If I have to work on a Sunday, I’m happy I get to sit with these two.

I tell her that it’s almost like being on vacation every day.

I finish hulling the strawberries. I start to use Alice’s recipe and then remember that the custard base doesn’t get the ice crystals so I go back to Melissa Clark’s recipe but add the pureed strawberries and basil. I take bits that were cut away and make a strawberry simple syrup. Strawberry Paloma?

Captain America for movie night.