February 17th, 2014

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Making my sacrifice to the fishing gods

The cicadas started going nuts at about 6:30am this morning. I think this means it's officially late summer. So I find myself staring at the solitary pumpkin that grew on my totally misplaced vine, and wondering how to tell when it's ripe. I think 'not yet' is the answer, but never having grown them before, I've really no clue.

Meanwhile, my weekend ended up being as busy and varied as predicted.

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So yeah, a productive weekend. Things I didn't get to do: tidy up the back section and vegie gardens, make salsa for preserving, work on Cullen**.

* Involves mincing up fish, squid, and their guts with my trusty hand mincer (out in the shed for minimum stinkage), adding some breadcrumbs for bulk and to retain the juice, and freezing in little balls. When you go fishing you drop it in the water and it leaves a trail of tasty fish noms, which supposedly makes them hang around. Also occasionally attracts sharks.
** The weather's been too nice for being indoors sewing, and I've been too busy to get a good chunk of time for it. But I'm itching to get back to it, so Dr Wheel may get chased around the house with armour a bit this week.