c'est moi

Penn Valley/Seattle, Roots in CA, Roosts in WA
"there are things you do because they feel right and they may make no sense and they make no money and it may be the real reaon we are here: to love eachother and to eat eachother's cooking and say it was good" -storypeople

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

विष thinking

Curried lentil soup with carrots, orange bells, onions, celery, garlic, parsley, ginger, cumin, chicken broth, pepper and of course, lots of curry powder

Garlic Parsley Muffins

Vanilla Yogurt with blueberry cinnamon sauce

Then you have a few glasses of wine and wait for the boy from the furniture store to call.

You think the soup is ready, but the carrots and lentils are not quite tender enough.

After 2 muffins and another glass of wine you think, "well maybe it's alright if the lentils and carrots are not done enough?"

Cheers to another delicious dinner consumed alone!

By the way, being alone is a good/bad idea.

When alone I begin to think about things in a way I never do while with others. I think about ways to lighten my earthly load (i.e. which handbags I can live without.) I plan out menus for meals I would like to have and invite the people I would like to meet. I think about patterns to weave the lightness the spreads out from my toes into. Sometimes I think about how hard it is to be living and how lovely blooms of crimson would look in the bath water. But, then again, each sunrise calls a new day into being. Each new day brings new possibilities to do good or to stamp out the bad.

Sunday, November 18, 2007

Good Manners

I work retail. I do judge a womans character by the way she leaves a dressing room. Scattered hangers, inside-out blouses, undone buttons, and various bits of refuse on the floor all point to someone who is generally careless and selfish to a fault. This is the kind of woman who lets her child cry for extended periods of time in public. She does not look you in the eye and tries to return things that have been worn and washed. She is not to be trusted.

One the other hand, a woman who brings her clothes out of her dressing room on their hangers and hands them to the fitting room attendent is someone who deserves a home made pie, a fresh peach, or even a warm hug along with a cup of tea. It is a good idea the be that woman. Pick up after yourself. Button those tiny buttons. Be a considerate human.

It is also a good idea to listen to Rosie Thomas and Smog while at home, alone for the evening, yet again.

It is a good idea to enjoy a fried egg with toast and orange juice for dinner.

It is a good idea to write letters to humans you love. Use real ink and real paper and 41 cents. It will be worth it.

Saturday, November 17, 2007

Munching All Around

First you order Tahini stuffed French toast with pineapple lemon sryup along with the Buddha Belly scramble with feta, whole cloves of roasted garlic, bits of tofu, and spinich. There are also some mashed potatoe pancakes, whole wheat toast with homemade raspberry jam and lots of coffee.

Be sure to share.

Next, while at Pikes Place Market, taste everything: chocolate pasta, 18 year old balsamics, raw honey, local apples, aged gouda, blended goat cheese, peppered jerky, and rubarb jam. Smell the teas, the clams, the flowers, and the lavendar hand creams.

Pop in for a Russian turnover and then go a few doors down for some Fair Trade espresso.

Happy Hour time is time for being an Irish pub and sampeling some local brews.

Now for a dinner of appitizers at The Palace: goat cheese fondu with grilled sourdough paired with an apple, arugula, and almond salad. There are also marionberry martinis.

Then spend some time walking all about until you happen to end up and another pub to top off the day with a glass of chocolaty porter.

Perfect!

Saturday, November 10, 2007

Toast!

flour
yeast
warm water
honey
milk
oil
salt

mix
knead
rise
punch
shape
rise
bake

slice
butter
eat
perfect

Tuesday, November 6, 2007

WWOOF

Two days ago and very small "dog" nearly attacked me on an evening jog. It was making a beeline for my ankles and yapping up a storm. Fourtunatly I was able to leap to safety.

Today at work a middle aged African-American lady was cradling her "dog." It looked more like a pint-sized bean bag with fur and I nearly wanted to eat it.

When I was born my father had a Rodesian Ridgeback named Rex. He was red. His legs, they were 14 yards long, his ears, so very wide and around the world in half a day upon him I would ride.

My most recent good idea is to become a Willing Worker On an Organic Farm. I could go all over the world, but mostly I am in terested in the UK, Sweden and Denmark, perhaps Japan?

We shall see, we shall see...