my momma started something with her eggplant o’lantern the other day…
She came by with a load of odd and bumpy vegetables tonight and M’kehla, Sam and I joined in to create an interesting edible menagerie.
more critters here.
No, I didn’t grow it. I just have a pepper fetish.
I came home today, laden with boxes of freshly-picked blueberries, to an unexpected disaster zone in my bedroom! My altar crushed beneath a small mountain of books, crystals and trinkets. The bookshelf nailed to the wall above had finally succumbed to the weighty wisdom of my collection of dharma books. Must’ve been some humonguous CRASH when that came down! Come to think of it though, if thirty-two dharma books fall on a shrine and no one is there to hear it…
I’d just been thinking recently that my shrine was looking dusty… I guess the dakinis thought so too! I must have had some merit amongst all that laziness though, ‘cuz they had mercy and only broke one small piece off of one of the many pretty glass, ceramic and crystal objects strewn helter skelter all over the floor.
So, today is all about blueberry delight and rearranging my room to make space for the sacred.
The blueberrification was entirely unexpected-this morning I took my car in to see Lope, my awesome new mechanic, a very friendly, articulate, expansive fellow. Sam was with me and we soon found ourselves gifted with a bag of blueberries and fresh blueberry watermelon smoothies as he told us all about this amazing U Pic blueberry farm he’d discovered out in Shohomish. Then it turned out, his wife wanted to go out there and load up again, so we joined forces and off we went!
It was so luscious-the plants were loaded with gorgeous, freshly rain-washed, immense berries and we bought a three dollar honey bear(from the hives overlooking the blueberry meadow) to go with. On the way home, I couldn’t resist popping by our local Javasti(crepe an’ coffee cafe) and having them crepe up some of our berries for lunch.
Mmmmmm…….
The nicely chatty farmer couple also gave us a stack o’ recipes for our eighteen pounds of fatties.
Blueberry crumble bar time!
Raven, you’re amazing! What an awesome thing to do when beset by construction. Check out the article.
And do go(despite the construction-or now perhaps to gawp at the beflowered bulldozers-er, I mean ‘vibratory rollers’) see her gorgeous erotic gallery, attend her excellent workshops and buy her unique, healthy sex toys.
You might even see some of my very own paintings on the walls.
I worship the most succulent, green goddess of all fruits… More silly avocado pictures.
Chocolate/raspberry/creamcheese sandwiches.
Innovative and inspired-if I do say so myself.
Just the thing after three hours of blasting cannons and blustering pirates.
Sam says I should tell y’all how to make ‘em:
Step one: Get home to a nearly empty fridge with a hungry 9 year old boy.
Step two: Bluster about, pulling stuff out of the fridge(slamming things down and yelling ‘YOHO, me hearties! or ‘Back, scurvy bilgerats!’ is highly recommended here).
Step three: Locate a slice of bread amongst the flotsam, liberally schmear it with cream cheese.
Step four: Find some sort of chocolate(chips are fine). Load up another slice with the chips and set in toaster oven. Make sure the oven is on toast, or smoke and charcoal will ensue-while this may be a great pirate effect, it is not so great for snackses.
Step five: When chocolate is all gooey, pile fresh raspberries on top of the cream cheese slice and smash the chocolate slice down on top.
Step six: Devour!
There are thirty eight ingredients in a Mcdonalds Chicken nugget and chicken isn’t even the biggest one.
The post sure brewed up a storm of responses-there’s an awful lot of people out there hot about nuggets, no matter what’s in ‘em, I guess. Yikes!
I like Goat’s comment best, but then I’d probably label most of the food at Safeway ‘Don’t Eat’!
Thanks, D.
Sam’s centipede was the coolest, although I have to admit, it did come out looking a bit more like an obnoxiously cute caterpillar!
But no matter, they were all yummy and devoured in short order.
And, no it’s NOT an optical illusion-our kitchen is, in fact, circular and mustard yellow. Ah, seventies chic… It would be so much more endearing to us if the cute little curved drawers didn’t have to be opened seperately in order to function.
Sam is such a lucky kid.
He made out like a bandit for his birthday, hard on the heels of heaping piles of xmas loot, too!
Not to mention, my friend Rachael made him an awesome, beautiful, delicious chocolate and peanut butter cake-perfect for kidlet birthdayification.
Had ourselves a sweet little Thanksgiving. Daniel and I baked us a pheasant, with cornbread apple cranberry stuffing, smashed ‘taters, chinese long beans an gravy. My mom wrangled Sam for us while we cooked, bravely fending off his megalomaniacal toober and zot arsenal
We roasted gourmet chocolate striped marshmellows over a cozy fire, colored in a crazy, egg-layin’, fire breathing dragon and watched Millions.
Twas quite the nice, tender, yummy, silly, sweet family evening. But the best part was really the following morning.
We were all snuggled into my big ol’ queen bed(well, not my mom, she sensibly went home). Sometime during the night Rain(Kirsten’s beagle) came in and mashed our feet down into a good dog-shaped bed.
I got up, showered, came back to wake up the boys so I could drop them off at their various locations and get my ass to work.
me: ‘Sam, look who’s in bed with you!’
Sam blearily raises his head to see-gasps in horror and gloms onto Daniel, burying his head in D’s armpit.
me: ‘It’s just Rain honey, it’s just the dog!’
Sam(gingerly peeking from safety): ‘I thought it was a dead pharoah!’
Daniel and me: ‘????!!!’
Sam: ‘You know, that thing we ate for dinner…’
me(comprehension dawning): ‘The pheasant!’
Sam: ‘Yeah.’
D and I(helpless laughter).
We all laughed our butts off about it all the way to Daniel’s house.
Behold the bird, somewhat gamey, but WAY better than a dead pharoah.