Domestic scenes The first harvest from our blackberry bushes. I still prefer raspberries (and I'm hoping we get a few this year), but these totally outshine the wild blackberries around here. And they grow like weeds, which, I guess, they are.


I'm still trying to master the art of third-world cookery with the Butterfly stove (much like a Primus). I'm trying out cooking outside on the porch, not that it's gotten very warm even yet, but it's pleasant.


I made this squash dish with dried tomatoes in olive oil, onions, garlic, some black pepper and a peach-pineapple-tomato salsa (bottled, I didn't make it) for seasoning. Served over rice. Not too bad.



And then a picture of the pete-the-colliething, along with part of one of the beags (Ed). He's trying to talk me into something with that intense stare of his.

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