Fennel Crusted Pork Tenderloin with Blackberry Sauce. Holy Cow! I licked the plate. Happy to share the recipe, it was really easy. Feeling all homesteadie with my cast iron and fancy new recipes, candles burning, and a hand knit towel to dab damp fingers. Then had to mop up a major blackberry juice spill with mounds of paper towels... oh well. It's a work in progress. BTW, I'm getting fat. :-(
And, of course there has been knitting. One of our dealers and friends in Kansas City just had a baby. I've struggled with the usefulness and practicality vs. fun and cuteness of baby gifts, so this is my latest idea. It's a hooded towel and wash cloths, served up with a satchel of home-made goat's milk soap. The soaps were made by the sister of our dealer in Lafayette, so they are a special treat. New mommy, Lauren, is a sailor and a Hobie Cat dealer, so the sailboat will hopefully be a hit. 
We were washing the poor ol' truck and heard music coming from the neighborhood lakeside bar, The Wet Deck. It's about 1/2 mile from our place. We could see tons of cars parked at the end of the road, and the music was unusually loud. Figured it must be a party, so we hopped on the kayaks and peddled down to see what was going on. Thought we'd hang out on the water and listen to the band. It was a crawfish boil, but we were too late, out of crawfish, darn. So we just hung out and watched the party from afar. It was a great end to the afternoon.
Steve had two fishing poles, I hadn't brought one, so he gave me one of his and look what happened. You know how I feel about actually catching the fish. It's a white bass. Steve had his phone, so we got a picture, then catch and release.
As long as I'm posting pictures, this one is just cute.
Steve & Lucy the Wonder Dog
