Bon Appetit!

Last evening, as promised, John took me to see Julie & Julia. We both loved it. Yes, you heard right… we both. How could we not? Meryl was as spot-on, hilarious and boisterous as ever, and Amy Adams was an accurate, melodramatic version of pretty much every woman in America, me included. The movie was adorable. So much so, that there was a surprising burst of applause from the theatre when it ended. My husband and I continued to chuckle over it as we walked to the car. Clearly, I can’t shut up about it, so… off you go.

In addition to your movie review, I wanted to say that my extended absence has been due to a lot of I don’t even know what. Insufficient though that answer is, it’s also true. Instead of trying to sit down and write I’ve been trying to figure out why I don’t seem to have any thoughts for the sharing. I’ve come to the conclusion that I have been too tired and too busy from the farm week(s) to put forth the energy. I guess I needed a little break. I wish I had the foresight to tell you that I am going to take a break but it never seems to work that way. I will sit down at my computer and desperately type senseless gobbledygook, and then bemoan my loss of talent before I will come to the conclusion that my brain needs a rest. That’s how the process apparently works. It is to both of our disadvantage, I assure you.

Anyway, I should remark on the fact that I have the most gracious, patient, understanding and thoughtful readers a blogger could ask for, and I want to thank you for sticking with me even when it seems I repeatedly abandon my TwinYolks post without so much as typing a “goodbye.”

But take heart! I have not abandoned my TwinYolks post. I am here to say, “Hello! I’m back!” and tell you once again, that local, farm fresh food is the most worthy food in the world, and that you are going to want to get cooking after you see Julie & Julia and you might as well surrender to purchasing local foods or else your Boeuf Bourguignon will forever be sub par.

So I can't prove it, because I have yet to make Boeuf Bourguignon, but if you don’t believe me, then just view my treasure trove of tiny little bejeweled Mexican Midgets – a type of small tomato. If these adorable beauties don’t appeal to you, I don’t know what will. I pop them into my mouth whenever I so desire, and when I do, I feel like I am eating shiny marbles that Willy Wonka turned into candy. They are that good.

Still unconvinced? Stick around. I’ll be back in no time with my tasty summer parfait recipe, as promised. Enjoy your weekend, and the movie.