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We bought ten more coffee trees yesterday. The ladies at Hilo Coffee Mill are great. That's where we bought them. Their primary business is wholesale coffee, either green or roasted to your taste. But they also have their own coffee orchard and sell coffee seedlings. They have a website, too: www.hilocoffeemill.com. If you want to try the best coffee Hawaii has to offer besides Kona coffee, or some other great beans from around the world, check 'em out. They coffee from Guatemala, Mexico, Africa, Brazil etc. Ask for Jeanette or Kathy.
We bought baby trees this time. They're about half as big, for half the price. Since we're pretty sure they'll grow, it seemed the prudent way to go. Now all we have to do is wait 3-5 years for the perfect cup of home grown java.
Today's weather has been pretty horrible. I started raining at about 10 a.m. and hasn't stopped since. Tomorrow however, is another day. The weather forecasters are actually predicting sun for our area. They never do that without hedging their bets and throwing in a "with an occasion shower" disclaimer. So I have high hopes.
I'm working on another podcast. It should be available here and at iTunes someday next week.
Ron has been frantically tearing up the kitchen in search of something sweet. His imported licorice supply ran out two days ago and he's been checking the mailbox diligently since his reorder last Friday awaiting his next shipment. But we also have no cookies, no chocolate - nothing to satisfy what I'm seeing as a major attack of sweet toothiness for him. Oh wait.... he's found some pudding! Great. I did spend two hours at the gym today... He's in the kitchen whipping up a batch right now. Hmmmm... maybe a trip to the nearest Tex Drive In for Bavarian cream-filled malasadas would be a good idea this weekend. Onolicious, brah! Broke da mout'!
Tomorrow we are planning to check out the East Hawaii World Heritage Festival. It promises to have plenty of ethnic foods, dances, arts and crafts. Could be fun. Beats sitting around here, watching the trees grow. Although if you did, and the grass too for that matter, you might actually see something. Stuff grows pretty fast around here.
Today's lunch came from Tina's. It's actually a tiny restaurant downtown called The Garden Snack Club. Tina is the owner and chef. That's why we call it Tina's. The guy who suggested it to us many months ago called it Tina's too. She cooks up Thai food and Thai-influenced salads and sandwiches. She makes everything to order, fresh. Ono! Today's fare was something called a Nut Medley, which is a salad with loads of crunchy greens, grape tomatoes and nuts - peanuts, cashews, pecans, almonds. It's all tossed with a light, citrus Asian style dressing. Next was a green papaya salad - green papaya shavings, carrots, bean sprouts, peanuts, tomato in a very spicy, tangy dressing. There there's her traditional Tom Yum Soup. Ron loves this stuff. I like it, but find the plethora of ingredients that you can't really eat to be frustrating. Big pieces of ginger and some other, woody substance are great for spicing up the broth buy annoying to bite into and find you have to spit them out. That's just the nature of Tom Yum Soup, no matter who makes it. She puts in some huge shrimp and big pieces of some kind of yellow squash, which makes up for the soup's shortcomings. It's very tasty. I always order a small from Tina, and it's always enough for us to eat for two meals. She gives it to me in a big Tupperware container and just trusts me to bring it back next time. Pretty cool.
Yesterday and today I did a little doggie babysitting. My neighbor was going away for an evening to the Kona side and was worried sick about what to do with her pooch, Nori. Last time she went away, she boarded her at a local kennel. She came back with a nasty skin infection and was very sick. So I offered to take care of her. I'd have brought her over here for the night, but was told she's not so good with cats. So, I just went to check on her in her own home. We played, had lots of petties, ate treats, went for walks and just generally had a fine time. Nori looks to be maybe part Australian Shepherd and part Border Collie. She's very mellow, but I'm told that's a fairly recent development. She is 12 years old, after all. What a sweetie.
Speaking of Border Collies, one of the three maniacs up the road escaped from her fenced yard this morning. The three furballs and I came upon a search party combing the neighborhood up there looking for her. This dog is completely untrained, as are their two other Border Collies. Unbelievable. We saw her, but she would not come for anybody. She was searching for cats to kill! At least that's what her owner said. She's bored, she said, and has been known to be a pest if she gets out and to kill feral cats. I'm not sure how a dog distinguishes between a feral cat and someone's pet. I'm guessing she can't tell the difference and doesn't much care. Whenever we walk by their yard, the three of them go berserk, lunging at the fence, attacking each other and trying to freak us out. It works. We are pretty freaked out. Especially Hoppsy. The owner tells me they're really sweethearts and the antics are the result of boredom. I'm thinking maybe she should give them something to do. Like obedience training. Build an obstacle course. Take them for a walk. Get them some goats to herd around the yard. Something.
I tried to add a photo of the new baby trees but the blogger site won't let me today for some reason. That function seems, as they might say here in the islands, all buss up. If can, can. If no can, no can, yeah? No can!
Until next time, Aloha!

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