Well, I've been blogging with Mister Google enough to know that how these photos turn out will be a surprise for everyone. I expect the worse.
What do you think? Farming's not my forte? It was really hard putting the seeds on the form, as you can see. They kept drooling down, and there were way too many of them. I've given the poor man a sort of neck-beard, while the seeds at the top and front just didn't sprout.
And I couldn't help thinking of waterboarding when I was soaking the head in the pan. I'm happy that he's the president now. On the packaging, though, doesn't he look like some old crooner? Steve Lawrence or Dion or someone? I did the least little bit of research and it appears that Chia never has made a pet of a real person. Homer Simpson is as close as they've come, but -- sorry, Mike -- Homer's not a real person
The Mayans used to eat chia seeds because they're twenty-one percent protein.
Remember when sports cars were for men? Now, of course, every time you check out the driver of a sports car, it's a woman. But when did that happen? And why? There's a local family who just bought a red Mini Cooper, not that they qualify -- do they? -- as sports cars. The late-thirties husband is delighted with it. The fourteen-year-old boy and slightly younger girl, the ones who are crammed in the "backseat"? Not so much ...
Tonight my back hurts and I'm waiting for food to be delivered and I simply don't want to talk anymore. Therefore: