apartment hunting

We've been emailing with a real estate agent, and he showed us two places this morning. One is a maybe—smaller than we'd really like, and more stairs than we want, but it's right here near Lake Street and we like the way the living room flows into the kitchen. The other is a no, for both size and a faint smell of mildew.

I emailed a different agent about a possible apartment yesterday; he has sent me a few questions, which I answered, and we will see if anything comes of it. There's also an appealing one that appears to be for rent by the owner, but I haven't heard back from her yet.

After looking at those two apartments, we had lunch, came home, and I decided to take a look at the garden. I picked one diva cucumber, a little small but it looked like it might be ready and came off the plant easily. That'll be part of dinner, if I can wait that long (and if it's actually ripe).

weird food: strawberry, chevre, and thyme ravioli

This is from Valicenti Pasta Farm, who come to Boston-area farmers' markets with ravioli flavors like carrot and chickpea, lamb and sweet potato (those are the others currently in my freezer), mushroom and duck, and braised beef.

cattitude is very fond of thyme, and thought this would be interesting. It is. I wouldn't call it a success, at least not as dinner, though it was food. It's very sweet, and tastes mostly of the strawberries and cheese. We were thinking it might work better as dessert: two or three pieces to a serving, with something bitter to contrast with it: walnut pieces on top, or black tea or espresso alongside. At that point Cattitude thought "very dark chocolate." We have some, so he got a piece, and it did set the pasta off well.

We had the pasta with just extra virgin olive oil and some fresh ground pepper; this works well with most of their ravioli.

Dinner also included one home-grown diva cucumber, the first of this year's crop, which I picked off the vine about eight hours ago.