Weekending: grasshopper cuisine
It was an insanely gorgeous weekend, all the fruit trees converging for the grand finale of blossoms, which fell like pastel confetti all over the garden.
and the garden
I spent most of the weekend having this conversation:
“What a gorgeous day.”
“It really is.”
As I get older I realize I’m okay with not having anything particularly edgy or interesting to say; being happy about a sunny spring day seems like a fine aspiration.
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On a homeschool co-op hike, word leaked that Mathew’s dad, David, promised he would eat a grasshopper if his son caught one. Mathew enlisted Col, who promptly brought David a ginormous grasshopper, all chitinous and squirming, which David, having garnered an audience of small, rapt children, did the only reasonable thing: popped that insect in his mouth and chewed.
He declared the grasshopper “not bad,” and tasting “like sunflower seeds.”
Next thing, Col and Mathew are both clutching grasshoppers, circled by a small cheering crowd.
The boys hemmed and hawed and giggled and stalled until finally someone shouted, “ONE…TWO…THREE!” And those kids, those funny, funny boys popped those suckers, live, into their mouths. Col chewed a bit before seeing Mathew’s grasshopper ejected right out of his mouth, then he too spit his out.
(is this a plug for homeschooling or what?)
I did give Col huge props for being an adventurous eater, formerly bestowed upon him for simply trying eggplant.
Col carried about ten pounds worth of fossils out of the woods.
That camera-clicking hand on the bottom left corner. Oy. They must feel like the paparazzi’s always trailing them.
One of the rocks had a fossilized shark’s tooth embedded in the shale. A shark’s tooth! The excavation and study of which has trumped even legos all weekend.
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I finally turned the pinata over to Dan, and he saved it from being a lumpy alien head and turned it into a beautiful Earth.
Col: I *like* messy projects! Me: I like wearing my bathrobe all day!
Dan even had the kids paint the mountain ranges. Here’s the Andes in South America, if you couldn’t tell.
The pinata unified every kid at Rose’s birthday party. From age 3 to 8, they waited, raptly, for their turn while our friend Keith snarked, “wow, I’ve never seen kids so excited about oatmeal and flaxseeds.”
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I hope your weekend was lovely.
1) A fabulous giveaway!
2) Energy nugget recipe starring Bertha, the manifested food processor!
Bertha’s hanging out with our boom box, another very special machine in our lives.
3) Introductions of Cornelius Bartholomew Sebastian Crow III (guardian/thief of the chicken coop)