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Pesto again

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March 13th, 2021

Hubby thinks we do not have enough pesto to make it through the long months void of wild garlic, so he wants me to make another batch of it. He bought all ingredients this morning then wandered off to pluck more of the green stink bomb but came back a few minutes later, no wild garlic in the bag. The woods nearby were swarming with woodsmen cutting down trees. Not a place where you want to act out your love for the sprouting veggie, because chances are that a falling tree might slay you. Driving up the nearby mountain road also won´t do the trick, because wild garlic, though not rare in our region, has just begun to sprout in the lowlands but not higher up the hills. Hubby will have to wait for tomorrow, but weather on Sunday is supposed to bring another load of snow. Temperatures are said to drop drastically during night, and this after a day with 16 degrees, feigning spring when winter is about to strike back. I fear that will be another year with my magnolia not blooming the way it should. Last year two thirds of the blossoms died a sudden death when we had heavy frost at the end of March. Apropos sudden death: my chilli bush died off in the space of a week. This annoys me immensely, because I have had it for four years and loved the extra spicy peppers. Life in the conservatory is hard in winter, when the sun is shining outside and the plants need fresh air to cool down, but there´s a certain someone in the house who practically is monitoring the state of all windows all day long. It can´t be helped, at least my chilli´s death won´t go unrevenged. There´s a nursery specialised in chillies near number three´s abode. This way I will kill two birds with one stone. I will see Elsa again, and I´ll drive home with a very spicy load on the back seat.
Domestic peace came to an abrupt albeit short halt yesterday afternoon, the moment our mailman brought a registered mail from Asfinag. 120 Euro penalty for not paying toll fee. Hubby had burrowed my car when driving to Graz. He had paid toll in advance and took the drive-through lane. When Corona started to plague us, Asfinag (our beloved toll company) tested a new way to avoid traffic jams in case some people went for the wrong lane and had to reverse. Now no gate will stop you, not even if you forgot to pay, or in hubby´s case, paid for the wrong car, because that´s what hubby did. Wrong car number, no toll fee paid, it´s as simple as that. Hubby blames his laptop, because it automatically transferred the old data into the new online payment form. Maybe husband mine should clean up his browser history more often? Forget about it! Has not happened, will not happen...

Pesto again

Hubby thinks we do not have enough pesto to make it through the long months void of wild garlic, so he wants me to make another batch of it. He bought all ingredients this morning then wandered off to pluck more of the green stink bomb but came back a few minutes later, no wild garlic in the bag. The woods nearby were swarming with woodsmen cutting down trees. Not a place where you want to act out your love for the sprouting veggie, because chances are that a falling tree might slay you. Driving up the nearby mountain road also won´t do the trick, because wild garlic, though not rare in our region, has just begun to sprout in the lowlands but not higher up the hills. Hubby will have to wait for tomorrow, but weather on Sunday is supposed to bring another load of snow. Temperatures are said to drop drastically during night, and this after a day with 16 degrees, feigning spring when winter is about to strike back. I fear that will be another year with my magnolia not blooming the way it should. Last year two thirds of the blossoms died a sudden death when we had heavy frost at the end of March. Apropos sudden death: my chilli bush died off in the space of a week. This annoys me immensely, because I have had it for four years and loved the extra spicy peppers. Life in the conservatory is hard in winter, when the sun is shining outside and the plants need fresh air to cool down, but there´s a certain someone in the house who practically is monitoring the state of all windows all day long. It can´t be helped, at least my chilli´s death won´t go unrevenged. There´s a nursery specialised in chillies near number three´s abode. This way I will kill two birds with one stone. I will see Elsa again, and I´ll drive home with a very spicy load on the back seat.
Domestic peace came to an abrupt albeit short halt yesterday afternoon, the moment our mailman brought a registered mail from Asfinag. 120 Euro penalty for not paying toll fee. Hubby had burrowed my car when driving to Graz. He had paid toll in advance and took the drive-through lane. When Corona started to plague us, Asfinag (our beloved toll company) tested a new way to avoid traffic jams in case some people went for the wrong lane and had to reverse. Now no gate will stop you, not even if you forgot to pay, or in hubby´s case, paid for the wrong car, because that´s what hubby did. Wrong car number, no toll fee paid, it´s as simple as that. Hubby blames his laptop, because it automatically transferred the old data into the new online payment form. Maybe husband mine should clean up his browser history more often? Forget about it! Has not happened, will not happen...