Harmonia axyridis is bugging me.
Synchronistically, I was exploring the concept of geocaching bugs and notice, much to my annoyance, harmonia axyridis making its way onto my screen and not as a software sort of "bug" either. They are disturbing the harmony of the Sabine Farm today, though not in a gravely serious way, I must admit. The Sabine Farm house is pretty much sarta et tecta, though one room upstair continues to be a slight problem. Still, many thousands of the pesky things are out in force today, since the day is nearly perfect, bright, sunny and warm.
The apples on the chapel apple tree are among the most delicious I have ever tasted and in huge abundance. Does it get better than that?
They are nearly in all respects like the magnificent Haralson.
A pie was produced in the Sabine kitchen a couple days ago when preparing a supper for a couple guests. After our Bombay Sapphire martinis on the deck, the first course was ravioli in butter with sage with a little white truffle. I chose my last bottle *sigh* of 1998 Chateaux Carbonnieux for that. The main consisted of filet migon wrapped and skewered with prosciutto and grilled with lemon and olive oil. We had some broccoli with a hybrid sauce similar to hollandaise into which I blended a bit of horseradish. I hauled out a magnum of 1999 Barnwood Zinfandel which was, frankly, amazing. Dessert was the abovementioned apple pie onto which topcrust I carmelized sugar. Darkly roasted Sumatra coffee came afterward and some Chambord. Nobody wanted a cigar. The conversation: mostly the interesting topic of whether or not people who are ignorant of things having to do with the Faith have an easier time getting to heaven, as opposed to the well-informed Catholic.
I am now off to the library to return my interlibrary loan volumes of St. Ambrose’s Exposition of the Gospel of Luke which was lacking to my Sabine library. They have me served well.
And no, I don’t know what axyridis means. It might come from the Greek for "blunt".