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Showing posts from November, 2015

Treasure Gathering

I am a collector of treasures. With my plastic beach bucket and journal of blank pages. And my pathway is strewn with lumps of gold and plates of silver. With emeralds and rubies and sapphires and diamonds and pearls.  The hillsides are encrusted with gems. I need another bucket. I am shoveling the colors and wonder and giggles into my bucket. I am trying to cram these joys into words. Golden leaves, cloudy peeks, stark-naked trees, powdery snow, little mittens, falling flakes, salty jerky, golden grass, frosted trees. Frozen streams, falls, cold fingers, fitful nights, tears, chapped lips, short outings. Coats on, coats off, hats on, hats off, gloves on, gloves off, boots on, boots off.  Lord, help me not to miss the treasures of today because I was looking for something else, something entirely within my expectations of beauty and luxury and wealth and relaxation.

The Alliance

With each change of the seasons and change in the children's abilities, I remember.  Like déjà vu, these wintery days of indoor rough housing, laughter, food, and alliances. There were alliances in my growing up home. Usually between me and the sibling that was providing the most entertainment. When Jonalyn let me enter her queen's bedroom and allowed me to play with her special dolls, she was my benefactress. When Jacob and I allied together to mock Jessica or create some dangerous contraption outside, we were cronies. When Jess willingly participated in whatever activities I planned for us, she was my minion.  But usually it was Jacob and me. We were the closest in age and his protecting big brother personality complimented my adventurous loyal ways. While adulthood reflections of this union have created a nostalgia, nothing has evoked my memories like watching my own children enter into a similar union. Something has clicked in their little developing brains. I think

Vegetable Tom Yum Soup

We've been battling colds around here the last two weeks. This called for some spicy Thai Tom Yum soup, which turned out to be fairly simple to make. I got my recipe off and then tweaked it to fit what supplies I could find. Ingredients: 10 1/2 cups of chicken stock 12 thin slices of ginger 6 kaffir lime leaves (They're lenticular shaped and two are connected together as if strung on a necklace. These are the essence of the soup. Substitutes, such as lime juice can be used, but you'll lose good flavor.) 3 stalks lemon grass, smashed and cut into 1 inch pieces 1-3 Tablespoons of hot chile paste or Sriracha, depending on how hot you like your soup 3 Tablespoons of fish sauce 9 Tablespoons lime juice 1/2 cup of onions, chopped 3 plum (Roma) tomatoes, chopped 1 cup mushrooms, chopped in half 1 1/2 cups chopped bok choy, cabbage, or Chinese cabbage 1 cup thinly sliced carrot 6 sprigs fresh cilantro (for garnish) 6 green onions, t

Halloween (Lumberjacks & Kitties)

A banana was running the Whittier's Spooktacular 5k. Two bananas actually. And a gorilla, Noah's ark, the standard princess-fairy-undead crowd, a six-foot-tall unicorn, a plethora of super heroes, and Thomas the train with his conductor and railroad crossing sign. Halloween morning Phil, the children, and I sat on the brick seat-wall on the corner of Greenleaf and Broadway to watch the runners go by. The runners in first place were without costumes, but then came a high school track team wearing capes and various superheroes keeping a steady pace. Those that followed were obviously participating in the costume contest. Though, I can't imagine Gil Rodriguez and his staff of Sharpstone Realty dressed in their business attire were going to win any prizes. After the race we strolled home for a pancake breakfast made by Phil. Luke joined us for the meal too. The rest of the day we spent in relaxation and preparation for the evening trick-or-treaters. Phil gave Lee