Lemons and Oranges
Photo by Karen at French Skinny
Day 170 from Burbank: My backyard bounty. I wish I could take credit for any of this but they grow in spite of me. I did not get my mom's green thumb.
As I cut into this fresh orange, I begin to imagine all the wonderful things I could make. Lemon cake? Lemon bars? Lemon poppyseed cake! Orange marmalade? Cranberry orange bread? Duck l'orange!.......... Yeah, that sounds like a lot of work. I'll just keep sipping my lemon water and daydreaming.
It was a very lazy and citrusy day. For dinner I made some pasta. The sauce was some I had made from my mom's tomatoes and frozen for later. Apparently it's later.
I'm feeling kind of sad about the end of the FSE. Hubby doesn't seem to notice. I give him my best French pout but still he doesn't notice. I sigh very loudly. Finally he says "Are you okay?" I sigh again and say "I guess." He gets up to leave the table,"Oh good, you were looking kind of funny for a minute. I'm going to watch golf."
Clearly I need to practice my French allure.
