Passed by Divine Wellness Center and picked up some flowers and concentrates. XJ-13, a very fragrant and frosty sativa dominant flower. Extreme Dream, a dense hybrid of Blueberry and Hashplant Haze. Candy Jack, a sativa dominant extract by BAMF. Blackberry and Crystal Coma house shatters. A half gram of Blueberry by Moxie. And can’t forget the Auntie Dolores 100mg medicated chocolate brownie.
First jam of the season, just one pot of blackberry and blueberry jam made from tonight’s pickings. First go but tastes pretty good, we strained in a sieve to make more like American jelly to make peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, yum. Going to try making some more jams, preserves and other goodies from the allotment over the next while. Watch this space…
<3 these french macaroons I made this afternoon, with a delicious blackberry mascarpone filling. This is my third time making french macaroons. The first time I failed miserably, not taking into account the humidity in my apartment. The second time I was more prepared, and tried it with one of my cooking friends. We succeeded in not only making the cookie (yey!) but also the vanilla, cherry and almond fillings. This time I wanted to try something different, so I dyed the almond cookie blue and made this delicious blackberry filling. To. Die. For!
The only reason I’ve had any success in baking macaroons is because of this killer blog post by Not So Humble Pie. If you follow this recipe, you will definitely have success. However, if you’re living with awful humidity like I am at the moment, be sure to pump up the AC while your baking them. Also making a macaroon sizing template does wonders. My friend made some and it ensures you’re making all your cookies the same size!
This bowl is… on the deep side. Like, probably as deep as my hand is wide or so? Something like that. And I didn’t even pick the damn brambles bare - there’s still some berries on there that I could’ve done to pick today, and more that’ll be ripe in the next few days, and even more that’ll ripen over the next couple of weeks.
Like, I could probably go out and pick another bowl like this tomorrow.
I’m don’t need much personal space, I guess I don’t really mind about things like that? I commute a lot so I think at this point I’m just used to being squashed between strangers on buses and trains haha
dandelion: when you make wishes who are they for?
the people i care about, and for my dreams.
ginseng: post a photo of somewhere you feel calm
holy shit this photo’s old look i had HIGHLIGHTS and that tan, nICE but I couldn’t find a more recent pic so whatever. anyway there’s this small park downtown that’s surrounded by a bunch of high-rise condos and its really quiet and there’s lots of dogs to pet and a cute little coffee shop and I go there when I’m downtown and need to chill after a long day. Its very relaxing and makes me happy
Late August, given heavy rain and sun For a full week, the blackberries would ripen. At first, just one, a glossy purple clot Among others, red, green, hard as a knot. You ate that first one and its flesh was sweet Like thickened wine: Summer’s blood was in it, Leaving stains upon the tongue and lust for Picking… Our hands were peppered With thorn pricks, our palms sticky as Bluebeard’s. — Blackberry Picking, by Seamus Heaney.