A Sunday Good Evening to you. Your BloomingtonGirl is snug in her little office, sipping on some strange quasi carbonated white wine from Portugal that her husband bought recently - not sure if I love it yet - and writing to her dear Loyal Ones. Said husband is busy in the kitchen cleaning freshly picked greens and being (as usual) a one man water theme park.
In a few moments, I must take over in the kitchen and make some barely cooked tomato sauce and some caramelized red onions for the greens. But first, I wanted to link you to a post for one of the very nicest blueberry pies in the universe.
Get some blueberries and make this right now, Loyal Readers. You'll thank me.