1. The puree of celery root soup posted at Orangette is pure, silken goodness. Even my 1-year-old liked it. My 4-year-old wouldn’t touch it, but that just means that it’s definitely soup. My husband said *that’s wacked, but good,* which is a glowing endorsement if I ever heard one.
2. Dandelion greens aren’t as delicious as we have been led to believe. At least, not coming off of a month-long sugar high. Maybe, come summer when I’m starving and my postage stamp of a lawn is overrun by yellow weed (which gives me another idea for what to do with my leftovers). Still, I’m going to need to find another emergency food source, just in case Boston is on nature’s shit list for this year.
3. My husband may or may not have been up to his usual antics this weekend, but I’m banned from speaking of it. Usually, I don’t obey these types of directives, but he’s keeping a list now. To just add to it willy-nilly would bring him another cobblestone closer to his prize on the yellow brick road to divorce. And we can’t have that, can we? At least, not until next week.
4. My husband hearts Tom Brady.