|You'll want to keep your distance when you see this.|
However, I will happily talk about ovens.
Last weekend, Owen and I chose our oven site. It is the correct distance from the fence as dictated by the county. We put down cement pavers to create a level surface.
|You have no idea how hard this was.|
After we were through for the day, Owen and I ended up watching Mel Gibson's Passion of the Christ. No comment. I bring it up only because I was preoccupied throughout by all the perfectly flat stone surfaces in the ancient world. Humans are so smart.
2. The next day, we mixed mortar, inhaled mortar powder, and started laying the brick platform for the oven.
|That is not the vessel in which you want to mix mortar.|
A few times I got my hands coated in mortar. If I rub them together five days later it still feels like they underwent some expensive and brutal dermabrasion. We worked hard for a few hours and I ruined my favorite pair of jeans and then it was time to drive Owen to sleep-away camp.
|where we left it|
We will resume on Saturday, after Owen returns. Isabel comes home on Monday. We have missed her. I'm ready for us all to be under one roof again.
Look what the chickens have done to our rhubarb.
|Supposedly poisonous, but I see no signs of illness among the hens.|
In case you missed it, I wrote a review of ice cream books for Slate that you can read here.