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Spoiler alert: this post has nothing to do with twitter. Something magical occurred in my hanging plant this spring. Shut up, I know there are birds everywhere making baby birds every spring, but this shit went down on my front porch. It’s like a nature reserve in your front yard.

I was totally smitten with these darling eggs, which were eventually replaced by the below not-so-darling baby birds. I thought baby insert-any-animal-name-here were supposed to be cute. When do they get cute?

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Alright, they’re sort of cute when they’re hungry, but I still think they looked like feathery aliens at this point. Mama bird, you’re slackin’, we need some ABC (that’s already been chewed for anyone who doesn’t remember elementary school recess conversations as well as I do) worms over here, stat!

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Once they got a little bigger and acquired some real feathers they started to look less like aliens, though they got considerably noisier (not to mnetion smellier). At this point my short ass dogs became really pissed off that they couldn’t reach to eat them.

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Downsides to baby birds in your hanging plant, besides the late stage smelliness? Apparently mama bird is a total asshole, because I discovered the fuzz she used when building the nest is from my outdoor chair cushions. See Exhibit A below. Thanks for that, mama bird. You couldn’t have used some more sticks and shit instead?

It was also rather difficult to, you know, deliver life-sustaining water to said hanging planter while trying not to soak the nest. See Exhibit B below. Perhaps this was partially my fault seeing as I did forget to water the plant entirely for a solid 4 days. Oops.

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The babies flew the coop the other day, never to be seen again (tear-they grow up so fast!) and they were totally worth the eventual and inevitable demise of my plant. (We all know I was going to forget to water it anyway).

Any backyard nature-ness going on in anyone else’s yard?

Cheers,

Christine

psst! I took all these photos using full-on manual mode on my camera. Bam! Making some progress with my photography skills.

Roasted Asparagus with Goat Cheese

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Farmers’ Market season opened here in Gettysburg on Saturday and I couldn’t resist stopping by the market on the square to pick up some seasonal favorites, like these guys.

I will contend that all things vegetable (and many things fruit) taste better roasted. And many of these are further improved with the addition of goat cheese. Case in point: Garlicky Roasted Asparagus with Goat Cheese.

 

Whenever you’re cooking with asparagus, you’ll want to break off/cut off the thick, woody ends, which can be tough. It seems a shame to waste a good portion of the stalks, so I’ve started saving my veggie trimmings in a freezer bag to make vegetable stock later.

Make sure to pause to enjoy any mega-cuteness occurring behind you in the kitchen. (These are the other loves of my life, Tiller and Trudy and they’re happy to meet you too).

Garlic, olive oil, salt and pepper add flavor. (To the asparagus, not to the puppies).

When the spears start to get a little wrinkly and brown, they’re done!

Then just top those suckers with the goat cheese and accept praise from your adoring spouse/significant other/roommate/family.

Wes says to me, “Mmmm. Whatever you put on these is really good.” I didn’t think he even liked asparagus. Do not underestimate the power of a little cheese to make men eat vegetables. This strategy may also work on small children.

Garlicky Roasted Asparagus with Goat Cheese

Ingredients

  • 1 bunch asparagus, woody ends trimmed
  • Olive oil
  • 3 cloves garlic, minced
  • Kosher salt
  • Freshly ground black pepper
  • 1-2 oz goat cheese

Preheat oven to 400 degrees. Toss asparagus in a roasting pan with a generous amount of olive oil, the minced garlic, and a pinch of salt and pepper. Roast for 10-20 minutes until asparagus is slightly wrinkled and has a few brown spots, tossing once or twice. When done, sprinkle with crumbled goat cheese and serve. Serves 2.

Cheers,

Christine