I can't take credit for the title of this post. My seven year old son uttered this phrase last night while we were walking our dog. It was like the child was reading my mind (which has been on vacation for several days now)! I'm feeling a little wacky lately, something I will blame on hormones, because these days I blame everything on hormones. In all seriousness, I have felt a little like I'm losing my mind.
Thank goodness I have plenty to do to keep myself busy. Yesterday I went out to pick some figs from our ginormous tree,
and I was greeted by a party of vermin, trying to beat me to the picking. After I put my heart back in my chest (those dastardly squirrels scared me when they leaped out of the tree, cheeks full of figs) I discovered there were a few figs left for us humans to consume. And consume them we did. Wrapped up these sweet little gems in thin slices of prosciutto di parma, sprinkled them with aged balsamic vinegar, fresh thyme and shavings of parmigiano reggiano cheese, and scarfed them down. Delish.