Simple Warm Potato Salad

Three potatoes, cut into slices, boiled in salted water. Three-ish garlic cloves cooked just enough to drive off the rawness in the boiling water for a minute. A handful of whatever random herbs come to hand from my yard. Today it was tarragon, peasant spinach, lovage, salad burnet, and parsley. Some mustard, some apple cider vinegar, and a little schmaltz.

Awesome Like a Vampire Bloodhound

Right now is one of those moments when I wish I had a boyfriend, or a roommate, or a minion who had to take my calls even in the early middle of the night. I was standing here minding my own business letting the cool come in an open window, but with the curtains closed. It is vitally important that you know that the curtain was closed. Because I smelled rain. Which was confusing because there was no noise, but I definately could smell the distinctive smell like wet concrete and iron pipes rusting in dirt that says, "rain". I looked outside and there were like three drops visible on the pavement. Man, my nose is good at detecting things. So I am awesome like a vampire bloodhound. Because of my good nose.