A Slow Weekend in the Pines

My neighbor swears by compost tea, so I gave it a shot this week. A little patience at this stage pays off later, trust me. It took three tries before the crust came out the way I wanted.

Sunday mornings are made for slow breakfasts like this. I keep a small notebook with every attempt, and it helps more than any video. I keep a small notebook with every attempt, and it helps more than any video.

The forecast said rain, but the afternoon turned out clear and mild. A pinch of salt at the end makes more difference than you'd think. Sunday mornings are made for slow breakfasts like this. I finally figured out that cold butter is the whole secret.

Fresh herbs from the windowsill beat anything from a jar. The seedlings went into bigger pots this morning, and they already look happier. The trick is to stop fiddling with it and let it rest.

I finally figured out that cold butter is the whole secret. I finally figured out that cold butter is the whole secret.

The seedlings went into bigger pots this morning, and they already look happier. Sunday mornings are made for slow breakfasts like this.