My garden is full of lavender right now. It’s actually kind of ridiculous. I have no idea what to do with all of it, so I just continue to let it grow. It’s lovely to look at, to smell, and yes, to eat.
I’ve been tossing the buds in with pretty much anything that I bake. Not that I’ve had all that much time to bake lately, as I’ve been… out.
Out to Monterey. Home a few days. Out to Seattle. Home a few days. Out to Gettysburg. Out to Hershey. Home a few hours. Out to Los Angeles.
Lavender in my popovers.
I’m tired, you guys. I love the traveling, but this coast to coast thing is a little exhausting. Plus, when I go on trips, people take care of me. I get picked up from airports in fancy cars, taken to gourmet restaurants, put up in swanky hotels. I mingle with people that gals like me just don’t mingle with in real life.
At home, I do dishes and laundry, eat mac & cheese for breakfast, and drive mySELF.
True story, the Tale of Two Doughmesstics.
I need to take a few days to merge them back into the same person, but the spoiled brat in me just doesn’t want to do anything about her attitude. I made her do the dishes last night, and then make the popovers this morning.
It wasn’t pretty.
The popovers are delicious, though – full of sweet, earthy fragrance, and topped with a fresh raspberry syrup, you’re talking good eating. As good as any gourmet pastry chef would serve you, should you be traveling somewhere fabulous.
The dishes, however, are still dirty. It happens. The brat is a tough broad to tame.