Froggy Mama

Last night was "the dinner". And, it came off without a hitch. Friends brought this really nummy sausage & zucchini bake. It makes wonderful squares for appetizers or would be an excellent frittata type breakfast. They also brought a home-made roquefort spread (also wonderful as a shrimp dip). We grilled thick pork chops and chunked up veggies and I'd made an angel hair (so I'm told) pasta salad. I know it as fideo, the box says vermicelli, but, "hey". On the way home from church I stopped at the local Best Western Hotel Restaurant where they make the world's very best bread pudding. (Exercising my creativity for dessert.) I set out my own available toppings: carmel sauce, chocolate sauce, Bailey's. and/or Kaluah. My mouth went to Heaven, my hips ... well that's a whole different story.

The couple that joined us had a dog that passed away late last year. The dog's water bowl was still outside where it'd always been. Since some water, via sprinklers or rain, landed in the bowl, a daddy & mommy frog found it convenient and, tah dah, it developed little eggs that became tadpoles that evolved into teeny, tiny little tree frogs which apparently had been abandoned by mom & dad. The "family" became too big for their dog bowl digs and were relocated yesterday evening to my pond. My fish are from the goldfish family and probably not interested in tadpole or post-tadpole creatures. And it seemed only fair that since she's Katie's foster mom, I get to foster the froggies.

Froggy mama, as we're now calling her, is a professional photographer and has shots from shortly after she found the eggs in the bowl through their growth to tadpoles and into critters with little legs and then actual frogs who'd outgrown their home. I admit, I gave some thought to frog legs for Sunday dinner but that was quickly voted down and they're still not big enough for even a taste. It has been a hoot checking out her pic's and listening to her stories of keeping the babies safe from other critters, keeping them confined to their "safe place," and everything else necessary to their well-being and their ongoing journey to adulthood. I'm sorry she doesn't blog, it would make a great book!

Last night was a late night, the weather is thick and humid as there are storms in the higher elevations, and Arthur Itis is visiting and making a pest of himself. I have a sprinkler head to replace and then I think this would be a good day to catch up on my reading and napping. Shhhhhh, I'll be in the Porch Rocker.