Month: August 2017

Day 114: Road Trip, Part Three

Day 114: Road Trip, Part Three

Return. Re. Turn.

I could romanticize coming home, like the time away was some sort of breath of needed oxygen and now refreshed, I return with clear eyes and hearty stride into the “normal” that life will bring. But the truth is, I can’t stop crying. I don’t know why. It’s a silly, small, unreasonable cry that is quiet enough to hide with sunglasses and a strategic turn toward the driver’s side window when the drop is made. And if you asked me, “what’s wrong?” I honestly couldn’t say. The tears just keep coming, like I’ve sprung a silent leak. Damn that I’m not chopping onions…

It’s just that with every mile I drive toward home, I feel myself left farther behind.

I’m still out there, bobbing in the lake, studying the mallard bride who ceaselessly prunes herself atop rock islands. Singular little planets, both of us, floating in walleye chop and lily pads.

Why does she concern herself, so?

 

I want to post the “good thing”
– the lesson that I learned –
the main theme of the weekend,
poetically summarized like warm milk in my belly,
as I drift off into blogland.

instead, a strange unrest has settled in my gut.

 

I don’t know if it’s a “good” thing,
but if there is one prevailing thought on my mind, it is this:

 

the constructs we live within describe us to ourselves,
and this brings comfort,
identity,
a certain predictability,
until,
like too-tight shoes,
they split at the soul,
and you’re bare-footed again,
in the woods,
cautious of the paths you tread.

 

Sometimes courage is simply continuing along ALL the miles to your destination.

 Day114_All The Miles


Day 113: Road Trip, Part Two

Day 113: Road Trip, Part Two


Today,
my good things
were the things
I went WITHOUT.

 


Resting on benches, without sitting…

Day113_Without Sitting


Picking flowers, without uprooting…

Day113_Without Uprooting


Making a splash, without minding…

Day113_Without Minding


Going fishing, without bait…

Day113_Without Bait


Taking a sauna, without clothes…

not pictured.
absolutely not.

(…it was pretty awesome, though.)


 

Day 112: Road Trip, Part One

Day 112: Road Trip, Part One


There is more freedom
in a road trip
than in any sort of vacation.

I did not need a plane ticket.
I did not need a plan.
I got in the car with my girl and off we went.

I drove until the sky looked like that:

Day112_Sky

and stopped, so she could look like this:

Day112_Water

and think of all the things that water makes you think
as it laps and laughs
against dock moorings
and tin boat bottoms.

 

Day112_Stone

My fingers find such joy
in sun-soaked, still-warm, water.
They wash marshmallow goo off their tips
and frisk in the playful lake tide
that can never really decide which way to go,
and titters like a toddler
in a toy store,
bobbing on the rocks.

They ignite me, those fingers –
still wet and dancing –
despite their work,
despite their wear,
despite their age,

and their fire caused by water
flares up my arms and to the heart
and remembers me to youth
and the space no worry can fill.

 


 

Day 111: The Places Where Petals Lie

Day 111: The Places Where Petals Lie


there are places where petals lie
and sweetness lies beneath.

the wind may blow
and rains may carry
the mark and scar away

and grass may grow
to bind the earth
but hearts part pocked and frayed

i hold
i see
sweet life
too short
still made
still born
eternal

 

just like ghosts,
feelings don’t stay buried,
despite the mounds of world we heap upon them.

ground opens wide, receives, and closes,
and in the place i lay you down,
i trim with tears and roses.

 

Day111_Places Where Petals Lie


Day 110: Eve

Day 110: Eve


you say you never knew her
that there was nothing special to her
but a storm was raging through her

and she just kept the peace.

biscuits in the morning
gravy in the day
gather wheat by evening
and obediently lay

seven kids by thirty-one
mama’s work ain’t never done
i hear the songs she left unsung

by keeping all that peace.

two went off to college
one got killed in Nam
three made sense of madness
one refused to call her, “Mom”

she wouldn’t let her words pass through
her vote was his, plus hers, makes two
and she did all that she could do

to keep on keeping peace.

bend the knee and plant the farm
knit and tie the worsted yarn
protect the children from all that harm

out there, where there’s no peace.

but children fly like cottonwood seed
away from lofty cradles
and rarely know who filled their need
just wrapped her up in labels

 

those songs she sang?
though not out loud?
do you know what they said?

they said,

“peace, to you
my different ones,
my lost and my neglected
peace in lives i hope for you
though life leaves you rejected
peace in endless, urgent craving
peace in thought and tongue
peace in hand and candlelight
peace, though you’re undone.”

 

but she rested,

unheard.

unsung.

 

Day110_Eve


Day 109: Fatigue

Day 109: Fatigue


There are days when an ache settles into your bones
unlike a sore muscle
from lifting too much,

unlike a cold that must run its course.

it’s a throb that starts at the center
and works its way out:

through the fingertips
through the eyes
through the tongue

but is never really out,

not completely.

A warm bath.
A warm drink.
A warm sheet.

remedy. remedy.

but here we sit, sometimes,
in embrace with fatigue
and hopefully, happily spent,
(though not always so)

and we think of the dances we’d dance
if we weren’t submerged under all this weight –
striding through water –

every movement delayed
and swollen,
but somewhere in the imagination,

weightless and free.

 

Day109_Fatigue


Day 108: Zucchini Season, Part Two

Day 108: Zucchini Season, Part Two

…’cause no kidding, that was THE LARGEST zucchini I’ve ever found in a box.

I made TWO batches of the Zucchini Bread with Fig and Pecans and still had two pounds of uncut zucchini left over. I find these over-circumferenced left overs to be a bit of a personal challenge; mostly because I don’t truly LOVE zucchini. I dared myself to make something that I want to eat.

We’ve had enough sweet with the bread, so let’s go for savory this time…

Take the mammoth green thing and slice it:

Day108_Slice

 

Spread it out on a cookie sheet, drizzle it generously with olive oil, and sprinkle it with kosher salt, black pepper, and onion powder.

Day108_Oil&Season

(for as watery as zucchini is, I was shocked at how well it sucks the oil up like a sponge. This made it great for grilling, because the oils seeped out in the heat and prevented any sticking…)

While that sits, heat the grill to medium heat (around 300º-400º), and mix up a baste in a small bowl. You’ll need about 3 Tablespoons of olive oil, and a generous pinch of salt and pepper.

Day108_Oil Baste

Move on over to the grill and lay your zucchini (oiled side down) on the heated grill.

Day108_Grill

Before closing the lid, baste the top sides with your olive oil mixture

Day108_Baste

Then close the lid and grill for 4-5 minutes.

While they’re grilling, chop up half a red pepper, mince three cloves of garlic and throw them in the basting dish, soaking up the remaining oil and seasoning.

Day108_Toms&Garlic

Go back the the grill and flip your zucchini with a wide, metal spatula.

Day108_Flip

Scoop a spoonful of the pepper and garlic mix on top

Day108_Top

and close the lid for another 5 minutes. This softens the pepper and garlic, but still keeps the flavor fresh as on bruschetta.

While you’re waiting, slice up some fresh mozzarella… it’s getting good now.

After 5 minutes, the zucchini should be crisping at the skin and nicely heated, but still sturdy enough to remove with a spatula. Move them on a serving tray and immediately top with the mozzarella.

Day108_Mozzarella

For serving, I drizzled a bit more olive oil and sea salt on the top.

It was actually pretty tasty! I totally ate this! I feel like Popeye the Sailor Man.


Trial and Error Notes:

  • I also tried this with a variety of vinegars (white, balsamic, and rice) to see if they improved the taste. I’ve got to say, “nope.” Zucchini is such a delicate flavor and the red pepper gives enough sweet. The vinegar totally overpowered the balance. Stick with olive oil and salt.
  • Because these zucchini slices were so large, the seedy centers got soggier than I’d have liked for formal serving. If you have the option, choose a zucchini with a little less girth.
  • If your zucchini centers are a bit sturdier, I’d recommend closing the grill for another minute with the mozzarella on. I wanted a little more melt, so the textures would blend more evenly, with the red pepper still providing a crunch.

Ingredients by list:

  • 2 pounds zucchini
  • 4-5 Tablespoons olive oil
  • 1 teaspoon kosher salt
  • ½ teaspoon black pepper
  • ¼ teaspoon onion powder
  • ½ red pepper, chopped into ¼” cubes
  • 3 minced garlic cloves
  • fresh mozzarella cheese, chopped into ½” cubes
  • olive oil and sea salt for garnish

 

Day 107: Where the Purple Clover Grows

Day 107: Where the Purple Clover Grows


I know where the purple clover grows.
I walk past it every day:

where the milkweed rises
and the cattails sway;
where monarchs alight
and the field mice play,

I know where the purple clover grows.

It is there I lay my memory,
my goodbyes and hellos,
my wants and wayward wishes,
my invisible cargos.

It is there I whisper to the wind
the stories that are true
and offer up my love songs
in nature’s rendezvous.

It is there the purple clover,
wild and sublime,
takes off my wearied mantle
and removes the pound of time

so I can look without filter
and see without haze
the child i may have been back then
and the woman who was raised –

the loves that live inside,
and the lives I leave behind,
some, who live beside me now,
some, phantoms in my mind –

and there, you all,
and parts of me
do mingle in the grove –
our yesterdays remembered,
our tomorrows, new betrothed.

 

I know where the purple clover grows.

I walk past it every day,

every day.

 

Day107_PurpleClover


Day 106: Zucchini Season

Day 106: Zucchini Season

’Tis the season for random boxes left outside church doors, with big FREE signs on them, and overflowing with 5 and 6 pound crook-necked zucchini. I am the grateful recipient of one said zucchini as I failed to plant any myself this year.

Now, zucchini should be about a pound (at most) when harvested, or they get pithy and the flavor is not as good. The seeds get to be like pumpkins and the meat gets a weird spongey texture. Not so good to cook with…

BUT!

A huge zucchini still makes a mighty fine bread.

 

This is an original recipe I created to retain the easily lost flavor of zucchini, but still make a sweet morning bread that rocks a cup of coffee like no one’s business. I included pecans and figs to make a hearty texture, and some cardamom and brown sugar to deepen the tastes.

Ingredients:

Day106_Ingredients

  • 1 pound zucchini (trimmed)
  • 2 cups unbleached, all purpose flour
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1 teaspoon cinnamon
  • ¼ teaspoon allspice
  • ¾ teaspoon cardamom (not pictured)
  • ½ teaspoon salt
  • 1 cup sugar
  • ¼ cup brown sugar
  • ½ Tablespoon honey
  • 1/8 cup milk (not pictured)
  • 1/8 cup sour cream
  • 2 eggs
  • 6 Tablespoons butter, melted and cooled
  • ½ cup pecans
  • ¾ cup Smyrna figs

 

Preheat your oven to 350°

Grease a 8 ½” x 4 ½”, or 9 ½” x 3 ½” loaf pan and set aside.

Shred the zucchini by quartering the zucchini lengthwise, and grating it crosswise. I cheat and use a grater attachment on a food processor. Time is money.

Day106_Quartered Zucchini

Day106_Shred

Lay a paper towel in the bottom of a colander. Put the zucchini on top and press it down with another paper towel on top. Keep doing this until you get most of the water out. It will still feel wet, which is good, but not weeping. Set it aside.

Day106_Line Colander

Day106_Press out the water

Toast your pecans. Lay the whole pecans on a cookie sheet and bake for 5 minutes at 350° and then broil at 500° (in the middle of the oven) for two minutes. Watch them, they burn quickly. Then set them aside to cool.

Day106_Toasted Pecans

Whisk your flour, soda, powder, salt, cinnamon, allspice, and cardamom in a medium bowl.

Day106_Dry Ingredients

In your mixing bowl, combine your sugars, melted butter, eggs, milk, sour cream and honey.

Day106_Wet Ingredients

and mix until they’re thoroughly combined.

Day106_Mix

Gently fold in the flour mixture and the zucchini to the egg mixture. Don’t over mix this, just fold.

Day106_Fold

Day106_Folded

Chop your figs and nuts and fold those in.

Day106_Fold Pecans & Figs

Scrape the batter into your pan

Day106_Batter

and bake at 350° for an hour. Check it by inserting a metal skewer (or a knife) after baking. It should come out clean or with a few crumbs. If the batter is still wet, give it another 10 minutes and then check it every 2 minutes thereafter.

Day106_FreshBaked

This is SO GOOD! Thank you church ladies, for your overgrown, wayward zucchini, thank you.

 


 

Day 105: Seconds Spent

Day 105: Seconds Spent


There was not enough time

in that embrace

and it didn’t matter how tightly

or loosely

We held it;

the seconds spent too quickly

and back to life –

relentless mover –

away

and on.

 

It was a dream

that fades too fast after waking –

exits brought by open eyes –

and my scramble searching mind

like a child, lost at a park,

tries to recall

the feel of muscle ‘neath material,

and see the simultaneous synapse of gaze,

delving down,

past the black, glass pools of our selves,

to the place our memory is kept,

and where the spirit seeps out,

and into one another.

 

did we

did we even look at each other?

did we even see

how we are

who we are

now?

 

Give me minutes please,

to reach and to savor

what the heart missed in those seconds as they were spent.

 

It is the currency of life –
the present, ever-fading –

 

here
so swiftly
and gone
even faster.

 

Day105_Embrace