July 13

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The 13th was a gorgeous pleasant day.

Looking out my office window -- leaves and shadows and cement blocks.

Lunch.  The counter, at Jerusalem Garden.

The reflection of the jade plant in the side of the cooking station (right by the counter) caught my eye.  I also like the way the color of the condiment speaks to the orange window frame and the terracotta pot.

The counter is cement, we have been told.  It's brown, with all sorts of specks of colors embedded.  I am very fond of it.  It would make a lovely floor (imagining it with heating coils embedded).  I don't know how easily it would scratch and/or stain, but it looks great where it is, and has been there for at least a year.



My lunch companion chatted with someone else she knew, serendipitously sitting beside her at the counter.  I entertained myself with the flowers.  There is a small flower bed in front of JG.  Someone picked coneflowers and yarrow, and stuck them in a mug.

Cropped and frescoed.

Closeups.

Ah.  My lunch.  Falafel with tabouleh.  Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.

One of the reasons we like to sit at the counter is that we can watch them making the falafel (and grilling chicken and kebabs), right in front of us.  The falafel is yummy.

Back in the office.  Napkin rings, in front of the open window.

The view out the window.

After work, the sky north of our building.

And northwest of our building.

This year, a kiddie pool in the student-ghetto front yard seems to be the done thing.

My daughter has done a lot of reading about food.  Part of what she has read involves where food comes from.  We are trying to eat food that is closer to what Mother Nature invented, and farther from what people have done in the name of Cheapness Comes First.

We are buying more food at the farmers' market, and less that is produced by factory farms.  We are buying eggs made by chickens who are not fed hormones and antibiotics as a matter of course, and who do not spend their entire lives crammed in tiny cages with their sister workers.

This is the first time we've had Auracana eggs. (At least -- I don't know of other breeds of chicken that lay green or blue eggs....) I wonder what breeds laid the other eggs.

Aren't they pretty?

We had scrambled eggs and toast for supper on the 13th. These eggs have very yellow yolks. The finished scrambled eggs were a much more deep yellow-gold than some I've had. They were tasty, too.

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