Gardening: Day 30 something

So, gardening. I haven't updated anything for about a month, but my plants have been making some progress. I took some pictures to compare what they looked like a month ago.



Mint is definitely more bushy, and the Aloe looks greener. I think it also sporouted more leaves (are they called leaves?).


Tomato plant is way taller, and look!

An actual tomato! I only have one tomato fruit growing so far... I hope i'll have more.

The lavenders are doing alright, aside from the fact that the English Lavender looks a little tired.

The okra and basil seedlings were doing fine for a while, but it stoped growing after a while. My okra never sprouted more leaves, and remained long and skinny. I tried to repot them too soon, which resulted in them wilting :( I had given up on my basil as well, and had left one pot sitting outside for a few days without water. Surely, it would have dried up and died...? But to my pleasant surprise, it was still alive! And kickin'!

It now had four leaves. I have kept it outside since, watering it occasionally without drowning it. It is growing slowly, but seems to be doing fine for now. I woinder how long it will take to become a decent plant that i can get basil leaves from.

Pies are best eaten at night

I just came home from the House of Pies Family Restaurant and Bakery in Los Feliz. I had passed by several times but never had had the opportunity to go inside. But tonight was the night.

After a pretty healthy meal of chicken patties with vegetable sauce and some tofu salad, William announced that he wanted some pastries. "Pastries??" I asked him what kind, and he started to name various baked goods. Apple pie, sweet potato pie, vanilla cake... I sat there trying to think of a place that served pastries after 9pm, and finally remembered House of Pies on the corner of Vermont and Franklin. It was hard to find parking because apparently everyone wants some pies on a Monday night. William was at first a little bummed to see that they didn't have any sweet potato pie, but decided on Southern Pecan pie a la mode. I got Dutch Apple and a decaf coffee. The best thing about family restaurants is that they have decaf. You can't get decaf at a cafe. Or can you? Either way, why would you go to a cafe to get decaffeinated coffee? I love my pastries with coffee, but as it was late at night, I gladly ordered decaf and it was awesome. So were the pies. The pecan pie reminded me of this pastry that my mom makes, and I reminded myself to ask her for the recipe.

There is something about going to a random place for a late-night indulgence that I love. It's spontaneous, carefree, and fun. It makes me feel like all of it is a part of a bigger plan. But the best part is that it isn't. All it is is eating pies. Then we go home.