Yes, I'm kiddin'. Of course. Of course.
A zinnia from the garden. Ze gardin. Yes, I agree, that's enough Fwench for one post.
Purple coneflower. I must have scared all the butterflies away with my Fwench. They usually love it...the flowers, that is. oO
I'm still pickin' beans from our two little seven-foot rows. I've already tired of canning them so I strung up about a peck of them. They're, now, called leather britches. Well, they're "leather breeches" north of the Mason-Dixon line, but here in the good ol' South.. leather britches. The flavor is different than when they're canned. They taste a lot stronger...and they're chewier. I'm a-thinkin' that's where the leather part comes in, but what do I know?
Would you like to see the inside of a blackberry cobbler? Of course, you're inquisitive and brilliant so here it is. After adding the top crust and baking...it was spectacular. Goodman and I like ours warm topped with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream. Have a good week, Y'all. :)
