Amarand Journal

No eggplant, but still really tasty.

Okay, I totally didn’t make some awesome thing with eggplant for our picnic dinner tonight at Rosebriar.  I got lazy.  I admit it.

Instead, we stopped off at Fresh Market on Henderson Road to pick up some picnic-friendly goodies.  Dinner for kidlets was PB&J on ciabatta rolls; the adults had the same rolls, but with sliced organic tomatoes, bean sprouts, and fresh baby spinach.  Of course, since Sean showed the kids about grinding peanuts to make fresh peanut butter, I had to taste it.  The PB was excellent, and the J—a concord grape jelly, all natural, vegan, and organic—is way better than anything Smuckers ever put in a jar.  I have to admit that I was somewhat saddened with Fresh Market’s total lack of cheese analogs; they had a paltry tofu section and not much else in the soybean family besides soy milk.  Oh, well.  We don’t shop on that side of town very often anyway.  What they lacked in cheese they definitely made up for in produce, though:  the veggies for our sandwiches were fantastic, the kids loved the black grapes, and the melon pre-pack was fabulous—perfect honeydew, cantaloupe, and watermelon chunks combined in a marriage of the quintessential tastes and smells of summer.

I’ve already written my review for Theatre Vault and I’m just about to call it a night.  The kids enjoyed A Midsummer Night’s Dream so much more than I could have hoped.  Daniel’s favorite part was when Bottom (playing Pyramus in the play-within-a-play) throws himself on his sword and dies.  And dies.  And dies some more.  He also liked Puck, because Puck was played by a green furry puppet.  And green is, after all, his favorite color.  ☺  I think Sylvie’s favorite part was the half bag of grapes she ate during the second act.

You know you want to pet me... Look at that ear flippage--how can you resist?!?!

To make up for my lack of cooking initiative this evening, I’m including a pic of our famous (infamous?  She really could be either…) dog, Lucy.  When you look at this puppy face, can you really yell at me for not cooking tonight?  This is what I had staring at me all day, just begging for some couch cuddle time.  And she totally got it.  ☺