I dunno why broccoli gets such a bad rap, it’s a great remedy for a garlic hangover.

Serendipitous morning. After absolutely breaking my neck to get out the door in time to meet MMCB @Barrybagels today, I had an unexpectedly smooth drive over there. I think it took me about three minutes! There was no big garbage truck lumbering up the street as I was backing out of the driveway. I did not have to wait for ANYONE while making my left turn onto N. Maple. I did not hit a red light at ANY of the three traffic lights between the Landfill and Barry Bagels. MMCB and I were kvetching about all the usual stuff… (Do NOT *EVER* get on the wrong side of MMCB on a customer service issue. You WILL lose.) And then. Out of the blue, none other than npJane approached our table! She joined us and good times ensued.

This photoooo is our loverly front lawn. No, it is not very big. Our subdivision was built in the late 1950s / early 1960s. Our back yard is quite a bit bigger and there is a little woods behind that. And no, there is no grass in the front yard. I seem to remember that there was grass when we moved in. For about the last 15 years or so, the grass has mostly given way to moss and weeds and things. Bare spots anyone? We are not lawn freaks by any stretch of the imagination but it seemed like it was time to hire a professional service to re-seed our lawn. We’ll see what happens.

I wanted them to take out that fugly little birch “tree” there. It’s been there since we *bought* the place back in the Jurassic Age. It has always been sickly. But some people have a hard time parting with things. I don’t think you can do hospice care for trees. I will be sad but I think we need to cut it down.

That blue house is the house next door. For many years the Burkes lived there but they are dead and the folks who live there now are the same age as my oldest beach urchin. Put that in your pipe and smoke it, KW! The BIG tree on the right? Well, ever since we moved into the Landfill, tree removal type people have stopped by the house asking us if we wanted it taken down. No… [We don’t like to get rid of things…] May 2000, the top third [half?] of that tree fell on our house at three o’clock AM. Luke of Perrynet watched it. He seems to see everything that happens on our street. No one was injured and I did not get skylights out of that adventure.

Last but not least, Louie Louiiii brought his juice-making equipment to work today (this is Healthy Month or whatever and today was Tasty Something-or-other Tuesday) and he was making all these green juices that a lot of people were skeptical about except that they tasted really good. Somebody said something about how they could probably drink a juice with spinach in it but they weren’t sure about broccoli. I said something like, “but broccoli soup is really good!” Hmmm…

I was remembering when The Gumper didn’t like broccoli but a cute waitress at the old Mountain Jack’s restaurant convinced him to try some broccoli soup and whaddya know, he was kind of a convert. The Gumper didn’t really like vegetables very well (my dad didn’t either). The story goes that before The Gumper got married he liked something like four vegetables. Grandma Sally got him up to something like seven. Not a lot of those were green vegetables but, yaknow, he lived a pretty long time and in the end I’m not so sure his diet had anything to do with the cause of death so who’s to judge?

Goooood niiiiight,
Kayak Woman

3 Responses to “I dunno why broccoli gets such a bad rap, it’s a great remedy for a garlic hangover.”

  1. Margaret Says:

    I love broccoli!! It’s good stuff. I don’t eat enough veggies though because they take too much effort. I’m lazy.

  2. Pooh Says:

    Do I even want to know how you get a garlic hangover?

  3. DogMomster Says:

    Yuummmmm! GARLIC!