Slow Sunday

I woke up to Koby gardening in her underwear, and I knew it meant a good day. This afternoon I got to take a hike with my mom, and spend some time showing dad how to use the Netflix account I made for them today. I like it when Sundays start and end slow. I'm usually working the entire weekend, but this one turned out to be work-free, and unfortunately I also went school free. Its about to hit 9 p.m. and I'm wondering about that decision. I decided to take care of a plant today that has bugs. When I went to examine the damage I realized they went to the roots. They were even in the soil! And so the plant is no more. Unfortunately, because its Easter Sunday I found zero greenhouses open, and my pot is looking sad and empty. It will be hard to replace my string of bananas...I may have to just end up with a smaller version of the recently departed.

The painting is some unfinished business by Louis, the female bust/vase is from my great aunt, and the beauuuuutiful flowers are from Brenna's family as a "Wow you got your masters and we are soooooo proud here are some flowers" gift. The seedling is currently climbing to its destiny in our backyard.

Pattern, Please.

This two items are the best in my wardrobe right now. I love the color and pattern of the vest. I realize that you can't actually see the vest well, but, when I tried to take a decent far away shot, the pattern just made me dizzy. I'm still working on it. Its always nice to find a treasure thrifting, especially after a bit of a dry spell. Not to mention the woman behind me in the check out line, "Girl, I like crazy things too."

Last night I decided to tackle a new guacamole recipe for a friend's Sunday Night Dinner and was surprised to find it required Saffron. I am ashamed to tell you I knew next to nothing about it, price included. Then, I got a phone call from Louis asking, "Do we really need saffron...for guacamole?" Luckily, my housemate Brenna had some on hand, and is a real peach and let me use some. I pinched the tiniest of pinches and toasted, mashed, and mixed it into the madness. It was so powerful for being 1/8 tsp. and I could taste it in every bite. Wonderful. Which, led to the mad googling today to know a bit more. I found a connection between the flower and Greek Mythology:

Metamorphosis Krokos. A boy loved by the god Hermes. After his accidental death the god transformed him into the saffron flower. Its red stems were desribed as his spilt blood. According to others Krokos was metamorphosed into the flower following the death of his love, the Nymph Smilax.

Saffron has a 3,000 year+ history, and is the world's most expensive spice. 50,000-75,000 flowers are required to obtain a pound (454 grams) of saffron.

Saffron via Classic Cuisines Catering

Rest.

Sometimes. These are just about the best afternoons you can have. Kona came for a visit, or rather, a nap.

Then, I got to spend dinner across the table from this face.