Postcards

Today, I got a postcard in the mail. From my boss. Who was only out of town for about 12 hours.

To preface: I get my niece a postcard from every place I go, so my boss has seen me writing these little notes and sending them off. I'm notorious for including little bits of information about a place that may, technically speaking, not be true. For instance, computers aren't "born" in Silicon Valley, where they have computer nurseries--dedicated to helping baby computers grow into adult computers. Strictly speaking, not everyone in Florida has an alligator for a pet either. I'll either be the coolest aunt ever, or she'll hate me for getting her in trouble with everyone ("But my Aunt Missy said it was true!").

So knowing this, my boss sent me this postcard from Atlanta:





At least I've never told my niece that they bronze people alive in a particular city.

Chayote

Today, I ate this:

[Props to gwangi for calling it to my attention.] It's a Chayote, which sounds kinda naughty. It shall henceforth be known as "green butt fruit" (because, well, LOOK at it). Much better.

llythefaerye and pointedthings will have to back me up on this at some point, but it tastes exactly like being outside in the summer at my parents' house. It's a mixture of green beans from the garden, green bean rinse water, freshly mowed grass, a little bit of pea pod, and some fresh spring leaf buds for good measure. Despite all the seemingly non-edible tastes it conjures in the mouth and mind, it's really not half bad.

Go Gourds.