We went with unpressure treated cedar for our garden, because of the chemicals and shit in the pressure treated stuff. Eight years on, we've only just had to replace one of the beds. So I'd vote for going a bit spendier.

Oooh, House Hunters. Man, that show is so ridiculously wonderful. One of my favorites was a couple that was looking for a $1M+ home in Florida somewhere, and the wife refused one of the spectacular manses because she hated something exceptionally stupid like the handles on the laundry room cabinetry. I realize the…

Hm. I have just this past weekend started formulating a plan with my sisters to take a trip to Italy in 2016. I'm normally averse to international travel because I hate spending time on airplanes, so… ::makes note to self to be sure to fly Lufthansa::

Bakers Catalog suggested storing in the freezer, so I go with that (you can just work with it cold, so it's not like you have to plan ahead and room-temperaturize it when you bake), but I'm hardly an expert. I would think that an airtight bag in a cool space would be fine.

Hey, I was at that one, too!

If they were ever to make a sequel to Master and Commander, I'd be in the movie theater to see it at least five times. (Would that be enough to guarantee profits? Should I be emailing Peter Weir or a studio exec somewhere to assure them of my generous patronage?) Which is saying a lot because I haven't been to a…

Aww, that sucks about the job, but you sound okay with it, so I'm glad for that.

WOO HOO! to the farmers market, although that sucks that you're going to have to actually work harder to earn your veggie keep. :)

I'm definitely hitting the end of cold-weather cooking inspiration, because all we seem to be eating these days is pasta with the pesto I'm trying to clear out of the freezer. But! Things are going to be looking up around here — I just got my CSA membership confirmation, with a notification that the first week of…

Those are the best kinds of meetings. I love to earmark them for napping.

I had to deal with fresh hams back when I was buying whole pigs. After a few lackluster showings, my solution for what to do with them was "give them away to friends".

This sudden return of cold and ice and snow has seriously depressed me, but someday summer will come, right? In anticipation of that increasingly unlikely event, @avclub-58deef2e771fccf51741836cedecf5e8:disqus and I will be doing some garden infrastructure update this weekend. We have eight raised beds in a fenced…

I just said the same thing. Why Hugs, it's almost as if you and I were listening to this album together! :)

I feel like this album does feel more of a kind with Dynamite Steps than the Whigs albums, so it definitely could comfortably have been labeled as Twilight Singers instead, but maybe it's the presence of Curley that makes it Whigs?

Nature wants shit to grow! I've had a black thumb my whole life, and yet somehow I've managed to successfully grow vegetables from seed many times over. Just put those nasturtium seeds in the dirt and let 'er rip — the worst thing that happens is they don't do anything, right? :)

Oh, ours aren't anywhere near being big. They're literally just tiny specks of green starting to appear in the soil. But I can pretend that a full day of sunshine should be enough to make them into peas that quickly…

Hugs failed to mention that we also have PEAS! There were six — SIX! — visible pea sprouts out in the garden bed this morning. I can only assume that they're going to be full height and covered with bulging pods of deliciousness by the time I get home tonight.

That would be so satisfying, but unfortunately there's basically no cost to the company of me doing this because I'm still able to do my regular job while I'm at this stupid second location. No, the only cost is to me, having to lug my shit back and forth between the the two sites all week long, and having to field…

What keeps me from canning pickled garlic cloves is that all the recipes I've seen advise that it's perfectly normal for the cloves to turn blue. Which… sure. But all the advance warning in the world is not going to make me feel confident when I pop open a jar of homemade pickled garlic and discover it looks like a…

I'm glad to hear this from someone else. I like the odd beer here or there, but for the most part it just exhausts me. Skipping over the drunk phase and going straight into the "fuck off I'm going to bed" part is such a good way of putting it. I have a couple of beers and I'll suddenly realize I have a pounding…