I could blame it on the sage, or maybe the rosemary; I will never be able to replicate that delicious burst of culinary combustion, that happened yesterday. It was one of those things.
I used to start everyday staring into the boiling water and combining chemicals to make breakfast: salt and grits or nutmeg and cinnamon and oats, or any number of combinations of breakfast brews.
Last night, I started with a cup of water in my electric wok, with the intention of compiling a Tuna Helper recipe and doctor it up just a bit, with some veggies and spice. I put the sage in first, just the tiniest pinch and followed it with the smaller pinch of rosemary. The aroma was delightful to me, but the water hadn't quite boiled. I decided to sprinkle about 2 shakes of the mustard and that was when the party started in the pot. The bubbles and the brew began to swirl with a mind of it's own. I got out a can of corn and stringbeans and decided that maybe this was going to be the vegetable pot. When I put the bay leaves in {I almost always use 2, a generous amount for a poor family} the soup almost hit me in the face. I didn't mean for it to be soup, but since it is, I will cheat a little. I put a package of Knorr cream of spinach, a can of tuna and juiced all of the celery and a few carrots in the fridge{this was something I had in mind for weeks, but couldn't find the courage to actually push this on the family}. I had decided that the nutrients were going to be for me alone and the noodles that were cooked were for the children, after they had finished their soup or salad. I would use the noodles to bribe them to eat this delicious and nutritious treat. I loved it. More and more as I added whatever healthful veggie to the soup, I tasted and wanted to gobble the whole thing myself. I boiled the whole thing down to about half the wok, stirring and adding altogether about 3 cups of water, intermittently as it boiled.
Ben ate his with swiss cheese on top, like onion soup. I ate it with garlic bread on the side, I couldn't even touch the macaroni. Ezra ate a bowl, instead of his dreaded salad and Enoch ate his as a sandwich, on bread and drank the potion separately from the ingredients. The eaters were benefitted and I enjoyed the chemistry of watching the seasonings dance into a froth.
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Title- The Studious One!
artwork by Elyse
Of biscuits and syrup
tasty treats
Happy Saturday!
a day at the Raptor Center.
Widdle Emmie in outer space school
Emmie jumped on the bus and off it flew out into the atmosphere. There was a set of clouds with turbulence right above the house and it took a few minutes for my Emmie to buckle her seatbelt. They hit the bump hard and it knocked my Emmie out of her seat and she bumped her head. The video camera came on and the monitor looked through and stated, Ms. Emmie, where are you? You are not in your seat. Where are you? I am alright I fell because I hadn’t buckled correctly. Well jump up Emmie we have a long way to go and you have to be buckled there is entirely too much turbulence in the stratosphere for you to unbuckle now. As soon as we are through this weather system there will be straight sailing but right now you must buckle. Emmie scrambled into the seat with intensity and purpose now. She watched every cloud pass her window and her nose was pressed to the window trying to see the top of the house as it drifted slowly out of sight. Soon they were not only out of sight of the house, the sun came out brightly and just as quickly they were putting on the atmospherical breathing apparatus and the outerspherical lights. The ABA and the OL. These precautions were to make them appear to be satellites to the radar as they were out in the ionosphere. Emmie knew all about this now. She had gone to the orientation and had a good breakfast and it took them 20 minutes for her to get out past the atmospherical pull and to feel the zero gravity. It would be 15 minutes before the gravity simulators would take effect, a glitch in the system which was being worked on. Until then, they enjoyed the couple of minutes of floatation, while being connected to the seats by belt. The first thing they saw everyday was the strataflotsam. The items which had been dumped into the atmosphere by earlier generations. What would their generation do about this ecological waste area that remained floating above their heads? This was a question for the generations. For now it was the area that they had to guide through on the way to school.
Midnight at the OASIS
Sunset in Huntersville
My little Emmie
ran to the bus on the first day of the last year of school. 2 buns on the side of her head. She kissed me and ran at dawn to the bus. She was starting the adventure of a lifetime. I would never see that little girl again, she was going to woman school!
My Father and I 1989
to the tune of Parsley, Sage, Rosemary and Thyme
A VISIT TO PAPA
Are you going to Mary Immaculate?
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Remember me to the one who lived there,
He once was a true love of mine,
Tell him to buy me an acre of land,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
Between the muddy Hudson in Jamaica Bay,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to sow in it seeds of pure cream,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And build Ice cream mountains and buildings of whipped cream,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine,
Tell him to reap them with sickles of M&M’s,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
And chew bubble gum and eat till we’re done,
Then, He’ll be a true love of mine.
Tell him to run it off down the motor parkway,
Apricots, Chocolate Cherries and Pie,
After your done 50 pushups
and jog down the West Side Highway,
Then he’ll be a true love of mine…
(Don’t wait for me today dad, The kids are sick again, My tummy’s bulging again, My heart is aching again, And now there’s no love there…)
He once was, a true love of mine….So, Girls, I do beg you don't miss your Daddy,Apricots, Chocolate cherries and Pie,You have one short chance to see him on this side, Go visit him and let your light shine.
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