Coco and her unicorn birthday cake. The tail of the unicorn appears to be a half mustache.
A Unicorn Birthday
My family celebrated two birthdays this weekend—-granddaughter Coco, age 8, and my daughter-in-law Debra, age best left unstated.
Coco wanted a unicorn-themed cake, which her mother, Lisa, happily created. Lisa even found a decorative unicorn horn on line, one that could be attached to a real horse to create the mythical steed. Since our horse, Paco, is white, he was perfect to wear the unicorn costume.
Coco’s delight upon seeing the “homemade unicorn.”
Paco the Unicorn played his role with aplomb.
A Rainbow and Unicorn Kind of Day
There were other magical discoveries during the weekend. The old cherry tree had fruit for the first time in several years! It’s a sour variety that’s great for pies, though the fruit was not quite as ripe as I’d prefer. We picked enough to freeze for a pie later this summer.
Robin and my granddaughters climb the tree in search of the ripest cherries.
When you neglect to bring along a bag or a basket. . . .
I’m so excited to see the fruit on our peach tree getting fuzzy and peachy looking! It’s the first time the tree has borne fruit since we planted it a few years ago.
Ahh . . . the 80-year-old pear trees looks doggone happy. And, well it should with all the rain we’ve had.
My Petite Herb Garden is just getting under way outside my kitchen and represents the love and labor of many hands. In addition to parsley, chives and oregano, I have 4 different basil plants. The Vietnamese variety came from Thomas Thuong at Banh Mi So and the lemon balm from Robert and Lucy’s garden.
On the Table
Lisa arranged our table flowers with those she found in the front yard.
Low County Boil made up of shrimp, sausage, corn, potatoes and onions cooked in a pot of beer laced with Old Bay seasoning and Zatarain’s Crab Boil. It fed 19 with leftovers.
For our final meal of the weekend, we foraged the freezer and fridge and came up with ingredients for this awesome Shrimp Scampi served over a tangle of cappellini noodles.
My granddaughter, Addie, decorates a strawberry shortcake. We left no crumb behind.
At the end of the weekend, I marveled at the beauty of these virtual roses I received. They were grown and shared by my nephew, Bob, and wife, Peggy, in Marshfield.
