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Eating Green Bean Blossoms

I completely spaced for my Tuesday post this week.¬† I’ll have something crazy for next week. ūüôā

Last weekend was beautiful.  It was perfect for gardening.  My husband and I conscripted Daughter 1 to help clean up the summer garden beds in the backyard.  Daughter 2 cared only about whether we were going to plant the seeds.  She went inside when she got the news that the beds had to be cleaned up and prepared first.  Deserter!

Out came the eight-feet-tall okra plants.¬† I salvaged the last of the edibles, and Daughter 1 picked a few large ones¬†for seeds.¬† The cuccuzza (Italian squash) vines were taken down from the fence they’d taken over.¬† I found one small squash that will be yummy in something.¬† The last of the green beans yielded a small handful of beans and blossoms.

What?! Eat flowers?

The blossoms are edible and wonderful.  They taste surprisingly like green beans.  The ones I picked ended up on my lunch salad the next day. Yum!

Before you start eating flowers, make sure the blossoms are edible.¬† This article about edible flowers by Linda Stradley at whatscookingamerica.net explains how to choose edibles.¬† Don’t use blossoms from a garden with pesticides.

Recently, I learned that squash blooms are also¬†edible.¬† I wish I’d known that when we had squash growing this summer.¬†¬†The Seasonal Chef’s squash blossom recipes are now on my list for next summer.¬† You can eat these without affecting a plant’s squash production. That’s not the case with green beans because the blossom is the bean eventually.

I’ve grown and eaten nasturtiums.¬† The leaves and flowers add a little something to a salad.¬† Dandelion flowers aren’t something I’ll add to a meal, even though they are abundant in my yard (LOL).

What do you think?  Would you consider eating edible blossoms?  Have you done so before?  If so, what did you eat and how did it taste?

Finally, #ROW80 update:

  • The back garden beds are ready for planting prep.¬†¬† Need to turn the soil and add some compost.
  • Work out and eat better. Food does not define me.¬† Yep, working on this.
  • I’m a NaNoWriMo Rebel–finish the WIP and start editing. 15-20K is the goal.¬† Got 50 pages edited for structure and found plot holes to fill in.¬† I’ve written only 1 K and Daughter 1 banished all fiction reading (unless I’m reading out loud to the girls) until I finish the draft.
  • Blogging class is in full swing (WANA International).¬† I have a list of topics to finish for homework.¬† Still working on this.

Are You a Lumper or a Separater?

Since¬†most people¬†can’t afford to buy¬†new clothes¬†everyday, laundry is a necessary chore.¬† Here at Mermaids Don’t Do Windows, the clothes, sheets, and towels do have to get washed.¬†¬†Until¬†a laundry fairy¬†starts doing ours,¬†somebody has to do it.

The Husband rarely does laundry.¬† I banned him for life¬†shortly after we got married.¬† His idea of washing everything in hot water didn’t sit well with the few nice things that I owned at the time.¬† I’m sure it was¬†his evil master plan to get out doing of laundry altogether.

Daughter 1 does most of her own laundry, but she can’t sort¬†colors to save her life.¬†¬†She puts bright colors in the whites all the time.¬† “I didn’t know which basket to put those in.”¬† Drives me crazy.¬† If I’m feeling generous, I’ll throw her clothes in with the rest, but¬†she has to put them away.¬† It’s not my problem if she can’t find something or her clothes are dirty.¬† She is 14.

Daughter 2 is too short to reach the controls.¬† When she’s tall enough and/or pushes me over the edge about how her clothes are done, then she’ll be assimilated, too.¬† For now, she helps with simple tasks.

The other day, a friend asked me to choose between my washer or dryer.  She did not just ask me to choose which child to keep, did she?

I know that the appliances aren’t children, but don’t ask me to choose.¬† They get sold in matching sets for a reason.¬† The Maytags I have now are the first matching set I’ve ever owned.¬† When we got them several years ago, we called them the Rolls Royce and Bentley.¬† They even have luxury features (the sales guy sold them to my husband with promises of¬†wrinkle release settings).¬† I’m not choosing between them.

Every once in a while, someone will complain about the wrinkles.¬† Wrinkles?¬† No, those are dryer laugh lines.¬† I’ve tried to get shirts out when damp and warm, but the wrinkle fairies¬†live in the dryer (and they probably eat socks when they get hungry).¬† Wrinkle release spray is my only hope of defeating them until the laundry fairies arrive.¬† I thought that the wrinkle prevent setting on the Rolls Royce and wrinkle release settings on the Bentley were supposed eliminate my wrinkle problems.

What?¬† Use an iron?¬† *scoffs*¬† Mermaids don’t iron.¬†¬†Heck, my iron¬†is the same one I had in college.¬† It has my maiden name written on the bottom in permanent marker and black electrical tape on the cord where my roommate’s illegal pet rabbit chewed the cord.

Daughter 2 helped me change the sheets on her bed last week, and she noticed the wrinkles.¬† “Aren’t you going to iron those sheets?”¬† Who taught her that?!¬† How does she even know what an iron is at 6 years of age?¬† When she’s old enough and can figure out how to unfold the ironing board, she can iron her¬†own¬†sheets.

While I wait for that laundry fairy to take over the washing, drying, ironing, folding, and putting away chores and to save me from my wrinkly bad habits, here are my laundry demands for Daughter 1:

  • Sort the colors into the proper baskets:¬† Reds (including purples and oranges), whites and most unmentionables, jeans and dark colors, towels and sheets.
  • Don’t use fabric softener with the towels.
  • Don’t wash the kitchen dish towels with the other towels (I don’t know why I have a problem with this.¬† Just gross.)
  • If you complain about the way the laundry gets done, do it yourself.¬† You have clean clothes, so be grateful.

I’m a separater.¬† I can’t even lump the dogs’ bath towels with the family’s bath towels.

What are your laundry habits (good¬†or bad)?¬† Do you have¬†pet peeves about cleaning clothes?¬† Do you make your children do their own laundry or participate for the common good of the entire family?¬† Are you a lumper or¬†a separater:¬† Do you throw everything into one load (who cares about¬†the colors), or separate all loads by colors and¬†types? I’d love to hear from you.

The Call of the Honey Do

“Di Di?”

Uh-oh. Do you know what that sound is?¬† It’s not the mockingbird who lives in our front tree (although that bird is crazy enough to copy it if it hears it often).

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It’s the Honey Do Call that my husband makes–now that we know what his tell is.¬† It means he has a project that requires my presenceassistance.¬† It is disguised as a request for company:

“Di Di, will you sit in the garage with me?”

Oh, no. Not the garage.

But The Husband is cute, really cute.  That cuteness somehow sucks me into the garage before my survival instincts can kick in and make me escape from the house. The moment I stepped into the garage I was a goner.

It’s too late for me.¬† Save yourselves!

“Di Di.¬† Will you come with me to the store?”

Run away! Run away!

Oh, I can handle the store, I thought to myself.¬† I couldn’t have been more wrong.¬† I knew I should have run away when I had the chance when we pulled into the parking lot of the auto parts store.

The Husband bought front shocks for our little old pickup truck.¬† We bought it the year after we got married.¬† It’s 19 years old.¬† Our neighbor calls it the “little red wagon”–even though it isn’t red–because we use it well.

Shocks?¬† I’m shocked.¬† First, he doesn’t work on his own cars anymore.¬† Second, the ride has been bumpy for years, why fix it now?

In the garage, “keep me company” becomes “please hand me the blah, blah, blah” (don’t expect me to name the tools) and leads to “adjust the jack like this” and then finally “help me push this shock into place.”

For someone who was going to watch idly, I was covered in car grime.

Fast forward a few weeks…

“Di Di?”

Run for your life!

This time he completely tricked me into going to the auto parts store.¬† I don’t know how I missed the signs.¬† I should have seen the red flags and fled the scene when I got the Honey Do call.¬† Surely, one of the kids needed me right at that moment.

The rear shocks were much easier to get into place, but it was hot as Hades in the garage.¬† Who decides to work on his car in the garage in the Texas summer?¬†(That’s a rhetorical question, of course.)

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I see the truck differently now…

We cleaned off the grime and went for a ride in the little 19-year-old pick up truck.¬† There are no handles above the windows.¬† I like to call this handle the “Oh, crap!” handle.¬† (I like to keep this blog rated PG.¬† I usually have a different name for it.)

Whatever you do, don’t get in that truck!

The truck recovered so well that we were thrown all over the small cab.¬† Why didn’t they put “Oh, crap!” handles in this thing?¬† Did they not know my husband was going to be driving it?

Then it dawned on me that riding in the truck is now the best abdominal core workout ever.  Go around the block again, Honey!

If I’d known, I would have been in the garage a long time ago calling, “Honey, will you keep me company out here?”

And the hunter becomes the hunted.

What’s on your honey-do list? ūüôā

The “Honey Do” Tell #1

In my first post, I made it clear that I’m not a mermaid.¬† In this post, I’m introducing a series about a certain thing my husband does.¬† He’s cute and I love him.

A “Honey Do” list includes stuff that needs to get done around the house. (“Honey, do this.¬† Honey, do that.”)

A tell is the body language or key phrase someone uses that indicates to others that he is up to something.¬† In poker, a tell will call a player’s bluff or give away her hand.¬†¬†¬†In football, a quarterback’s body language might “tell” the play he’s going to run and result in a¬†sack.¬† I don’t play either, but I like to watch to see if I can spot the tells.

Together, the terms create the “Honey Do” tell.¬† I’m pretty sure everybody has one.

My husband has one.¬† It’s one word (his nickname for me) and an innocent sounding request.¬† Listen closely.¬† Here’s how his “Honey Do” tell starts:

“Di Di?”
Translation:  Diana, where are you?

“Di Di?”
Uh, oh.  Repetition with increased volume is translated this way:  Diana, please assist me.

Are you wondering how I got all that from his calling only my name?¬† Easy answer.¬† We’ve been married for 20 years.¬† I’ve heard it a few times.¬† It’s also the only time he calls me that.

“Will you unlock the back gate for me, please?”
Translation:¬† I’m about to mow the lawn.

Digging deeper, I know that he really means:  You are about to help me mow the lawn, so change into mowing clothes.

Diana Beebe

The yard begging for me not to mow it.

Next week, the teenager who usually mows our lawn will be back from vacation.¬† I’ll be SO happy, and the yard won’t have so many mohawks.

I thought about my husband’s “Honey Do” tell as my hands got tingly from the vibration and the mower chewed up¬†little, inedible onions from the garden.¬† The yard smells yummy.¬† It made me wonder if raw onions might serve as an organic mosquito repellent.

Diana Beebe, dianabeebe, fantasy author; science fiction;

White, yellow, and red onions from our garden. These are edible.

My¬†husband finished the edging and blowing before I finished the mowing, which gave him time to¬†cool me off with a “spritz” from the hose.¬† Really?¬† OK, well, it was 100 degrees, so I didn’t mind–until the spritz became a squirt of cold water.¬† In all honesty, I didn’t mind that either.¬† It was too flipping hot.¬†¬†It’s worth repeating that he’s cute.

As soon as I could, I looked up information about using onions to repel mosquitos.  I got mixed results.  Some sites mentioned onions as a possibility but expressed doubt. I found these two sites that suggest that onions might indeed repel the pesky insects:

Very nice.  I learned something new in the middle of a honey-do moment and created a possible mosquito deterrent with onion mulch.

“Di Di? Will you keep me company in the garage?”
Oh, no.¬† Here we go again.¬† I’ll¬†tell you about this one later.

I have to admit that my first reaction is almost always, “Oh, no, what is he up to now?”¬† However, I can always look back at the honey-do moment and find something to appreciate.¬† For Honey Do Tale #1, I learned that onion mulch might repel mosquitos.

Do you have a “Honey Do” tell?¬† Perhaps your spouse, partner, child, parent, or friend has one.¬†¬† I’d love to hear your honey-do tales.