Chores are more fun outside.
This morning I take a colander of radishes and green beans out to my camp chair. It’s a sunshiny, breezy morning here at Juniper Hill Camp in central Arizona, east of Prescott.
Why stay inside? From my camp chair I can look across the valley toward the town of Dewey and Crater Mountain. I can watch the traffic getting on and off the freeway.
Bridget and Spike roam around enjoying the morning, too.
I strip the radishes of their tops and roots and store them in the fridge. I snap the beans.
I go back inside for the new red potatoes. I partially peel them.
Later I boil the potatoes with the green beans and right before they’re done, I use a pair of scissors to cut the parsley into the pot.
I cut the entire bunch of parsley into the pot!
When the parsley is soft and wilted, I spoon out enough for lunch. A sprinkle of lemon pepper seasoning or garlic salt, and a smidgen of light margarine and it’s ready to eat. It’s a rustic dish. Peasant food.
I told you I eat plain!
I don’t know why I’m showing you this. I don’t want you to make this dish at home.
You will hate it.
You have to REALLY like parsley, which most people don’t. I don’t know why, I get parsley cravings and this dish takes care of that. Leftovers make a quick side dish.
Spike can’t seem to shake the bovine menace.
This dang bull is scary.
He makes deep, rumbling noises along with loud screams. He paws the earth like bulls do when they’re about to gore a matador. His cojones are bigger than Spikey’s head! I can easily imagine all that beef-on-the-hoof running headlong into the side of the Best Little Trailer. Rusty pounds on the wall of his camper with a hammer when the bull comes near his campsite which is somewhat effective.
Spike successfully runs him off, but the bull comes back every day. Bridget and I go inside the BLT and let Spike handle the situation.
Rusty and Timber come over for a brief visit.
Rusty has Timber obey some commands. The wind has become strong enough that sitting outside isn’t appealing, so they don’t stay long.
I get one television channel here.
Most of the programming is unbearable. I do watch “The Big Bang Theory” at six on weeknights. I’m trying to decide whether to move camp or to drive over to the Camp Verde area tomorrow for a look-see. I don’t want to camp in a crowded, touristy area. Like I need to tell you that . . .
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rvsue and her canine crew 