The top photo is the last you'll see of any home-grown tomatoes from me, until next summer. Sad but true.
To follow up on your questions regarding yesterday's flan, Abbott was given the recipe to translate in Spanish class last Friday. He really, really wanted to make it, so we devoted a significant part of our Saturday afternoon to the effort (and in the process melted my favorite 'tablespoon' measuring spoon - part of a magnetized (!) set - didn't know you can't use plastic when making caramel sauce). After letting it chill overnight we had it Sunday for dessert and both boys hated it - they actually spit it out. Alexi and I liked it; not sure why they didn't. Years ago we spent some time in Peru and flan is the only dessert I remember having. Makes me nostalgic.
I spent the majority of the day at school, primarily helping with a jump roping/fundraising event. The artwork in the photo above is a collection of kindergartners' depictions of home, and the clay pieces are three dimensional representations of the same.
I went running around Green Lake in between school commitments. I enjoy the snippets of conversation I overhear (this is a very popular exercise destination) - often, between women pushing strollers about things like non-fluoride toothpaste. It makes me happy to remember those days, and glad to be at the point I'm at right now.
Enjoy your Tuesday.