Oy… I meant to post a bunch of stuff today. I put up some new designs in the Gamers’ Heaven cafepress shop, finished a book to review, wanted to chat a bit about a 48-hour reading marathon coming up in June (and some friends who will most likely be guest-posting here as a part of that)… lots of stuff like that. I also wanted to do more agave nectar-baking today, although I think that’ll have to wait until Sunday.

Anyway, at least I did get some gardening done, and I’ll post a slideshow of the latest pics at the bottom. I’m also going to see Ironman tonight—usually I try to avoid opening weekend, but it’s one of those ‘meet up with a bunch of friends’ things. It’s also at 11 pm, which is rather late for me. And tomorrow there’s a friend’s retirement picnic…

But I’m babbling, so I’ll just post those pics and go. Have a great weekend!

Sorry about the lack of reviews. It turned out there’s a gluten-free baking mix recipe in the gluten-free eating book, and I wanted to test it out before reviewing that book. I just made a final recipe from Sticky, Chewy, Messy, Gooey, so I hope to review that soon. I also plan to make a final recipe from the superfoods cookbook tonight.

Wednesday was the upper endoscopy. Apart from a killer headache that I couldn’t take anything for (no food, water, etc. for 6 hours before the procedure) it was quick and easy (not to mention I was blessedly unconscious for it). No ulcers; it looks like I just had acid reflux masquerading as gallbladder trouble, etc. A month on an acid-reducing proton-pump inhibitor med plus an improved diet has definitely helped, so, looks like I’ll be taking an acid-reducer for a while. Meanwhile they’re doing biopsies just to make sure there’s no h pylori infection or celiac disease (since the latter runs in the family and the former is often a cause of acid & ulcer problems).

Then I spent yesterday gardening, since my tomato seedlings arrived Tuesday. I planted nine seedlings (three each of three varieties), and six medusa pepper plants that I bought at the last minute (a decorative but edible sweet pepper with a bush growth habit). Some nifty new furniture that we got also arrived yesterday.

Here are a few gardening photos:

The red thing around the tomato seedling reflects red light at the plant, which is supposed to lead to a larger harvest. It acts as a mulch so you don’t have to weed around the tender roots. And if you pour water into the tray, it directs it down toward the roots of the plant, so they grow strong and deep instead of shallow.

Yeah, yeah, I know. I’ve gone crazy with the camera.

I was hoping to review The Complete Idiot’s Guide to Gluten-Free Eating today, but it looks like my tomato plants are about to be delivered and I’m not ready for them. Eeeek! So I think I’m going to get into gardening gear and go do some digging. I’d like to say it’ll be up tomorrow, and it very well might be, but tomorrow afternoon is my endoscopy so I’m not sure what all I’ll get done. I apologize in advance for the slow pace of reviews (and everything else) this week. Hopefully I’ll make up for it on Thursday and Friday!

Edited to add: *groan* Apparently the former owner of the house buried landscaping fabric all around the roses I’m trying to dig up. It’s under a couple inches of soil, and it’s thick enough to be a real impediment to digging things up without being thick enough to stop some tough things from growing up through it. I spent a while loosening up soil around the plants, but I’m going to have to appeal to that husband of mine to do some digging.

Or to be more precise, rose bushes.

Like a high-maintenance acquaintance, they’re prickly and painful and demand tons of attention. If I leave them alone, they’re liable to simultaneously grow out of control and die off, leaving a grotesque monster of a bush, skeletal and yet so thick I’m liable to lose the skin off of my hands while trimming it back.

I’m a hands-off kind of gardener. In part this is due to the weather where we live now. I could garden happily in New Hampshire, but Maryland summers are much hotter and more humid. Then there’s the tendonitis—I never know when I won’t be able to garden for a week or two due to my hands and arms hurting. Leave the roses alone for a few weeks and before I know it they’re snatching greedily at my husband’s coat and tie when he comes home from work. And even if by some miracle they do grow beautifully, it isn’t as though they’ll look like those elegant roses you get in the florist’s shop. Instead they have smaller flowers that look much like dozens of other, easier-to-take-care-of flowers on the market, except that you’ll have to go to greater lengths if you want these flowers to last through pests and blights.

The obvious question right now, I’m sure, is why on earth, if I hate the things so much, I have so many around the house. The previous owner, you see, was the kind of person who would spend time gardening every single day, and she just loved a high-maintenance garden (she also loved pink popcorn-painted walls on her bedroom, though, so she and I obviously are already at odds when it comes to taste). There’s a loooooong line of rose bushes out in front of the house, right along the front walkway. There’s another line of them out back.

Finally, this year I’m reclaiming some of that space. The line of bushes out back is getting ripped out and replaced with tomato plants. The ones out front will probably get replaced with something lower-maintenance next year, and in the meantime I’m just going to ruthlessly cut them back any time they put up a peep of resistance.

I’m no careful, detail-oriented gardener capable of dealing with high-maintenance rose bushes. I’m more like a gardener’s paratrooper: drop in, slash and burn, and get out again in time for dinner. Preferably one that includes tomatoes.

Today’s review is of Leslie Bilderback’s Complete Idiot’s Guide to Good Food from the Good Book cookbook.