Saturday, Mom and I spent the better part of the day together. We started the day with a trip to the local farm market, where we each picked up our favorite produce; Mom got tomatoes, apples for a pie, and some local jalepeno jelly while I picked up red onions, purple plums, and, on Mom's recommendation, a few of the tomatoes.
What is Frog jam, you ask? A delectable combination of fig, raspberry, orange, and ginger. It will also go nicely on baked brie, or on a log of goat cheese, or, by the spoonful, into my belly. I have no shame.
Anyhoodle, we left the market and I dropped Mom off at my house to pick up her car, then followed her to Hooterville so that I could unload her new table (the purchase of which, if you recall, was the mission for the day). Then I went home and enjoyed a marathon viewing of The Watcher on Netflix, which was probably not the wisest of entertainment choices, given that Hugh was out of town on a wrestling assignment.
Good show, though. Highly recommended.
Thus endeth a perfect day with my newest neighbor. Have I mentioned that I really like that lady? I would share my Frog jam with her, anyday.