Doctor D
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I'm a veterinarian, researcher, and wrangler of chaos in New Orleans.
#veterinarian, #researcher, #gardener, #birder
Profile pic is a close up of my face. My hair is pulled back in a ponytail. I'm making a silly face, similar to frowny duck lips. Cover photo is an illustration of a tired looking kawaii puppy working on a computer.
What's cooking in Doctor D's big pot today? Justin Wilson's smothered chicken, or as Marc calls it "crack chicken".
My chaos garden brings all the pollinators to the yard.
We went to our little neighborhood café for dinner. It was lovely sitting on the covered patio, listening to the rain fall, and stuffing a burger in my face. There was a small group of college boys at the table near us. All of a sudden, two of the guys jumped up and ran out into the rain to an elderly lady who was slowly making her way up an incline from the street. One offered her his arm to hold onto, while the other took her umbrella and held it over her head. My little grinch heart grew about three sizes. The kids are alright.
Grabbed the sunscreen and cold drinks for a stroll through the sculpture garden today. Here are some of my favorites. I love how the placement of each sculpture highlights the natural beauty of New Orleans City Park.
This slime mold brings a nice pop of color to the garden. I'm inspired to listen to Amoeba by The Adolescents.
This morning Marc and Annabelle serenaded me with "Happy hurricane season to you" sung to the tune of Happy Birthday.
Poor Jacque and Marilyn. They starved to death waiting for their breakfast while I was in the shower.
I keep telling myself I do not need to drive 2.5 hours to a garden show to buy Abbeville red irises... :blobfoxreach:
Step 1 of this recipe makes me smile. Alas, I was not able to procure beet root powder so my marinade lacks the colour of a prized Chelsea rose.
Date night Date night Date night!
We would be remiss if we didn't order the Oysters Rockefeller at the restaurant that invented Oysters Rockefeller in 1899. Next was after dinner digestif at a nearby tiki bar, where the owner regaled us with the tale of the origins of the Mango Lasso (see the picture below). There was big drama club kid energy in the storytelling.
This psychedelic mind trip has lived rent free in my head for my entire life.
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