Month: September 2017

Day 144: Approved

Day 144: Approved


approval can feel like a beast
to ride high on
or be crushed under
and it’s nearness always makes me feel small
like it’s power is beyond me.

when it’s kind, i’m lucky and grateful
and i push into the light of what I could be.
when it’s cruel, i’m dark,
like a switch that flicked the wrong way
and got stuck.

and i wonder,
who trains the beast?
who determines it’s course?
can it be gentled?
can it be tame?
can i travel with impervious skins
aware but not deterred?
nimble, undeferred?

i wonder,
could it come out from the jungle
that i keep it in –
in other people’s worlds and tangles –
and come to me?

as a pet or a friend
whose bite is playful
and presence humble
despite it’s size
and weight

i think

there will be just as many people telling you – you’re doing it right
as there will be those who tell you – you’ve got it all wrong

i think

i’ll give heed to both, but allegiance to none
and take my path
in my shoes
for all the distance i’ve been given
and make tender
the dangerous beasts.

 

Day144_Approval


Day 143: Surfing

Day 143: Surfing


I’ve only been surfing twice in my life.
Both times I was reminded
that I’m not a great surfer.
Still,
if I had the chance,
I’d do it again
in a heartbeat.

 

You paddle this long, thin ship –

only big enough for one –

out into the sea

and wait.

 

You wait for waves –
they come in sets of three,

you wait for otters
as they pop their curious noses,

you wait for sunrise to finish,
because who can look at the shore
when the sky dances
just for you?

You wait for bravery
because once you stand
you’ll find out how good your balance is –

or is not –

and you might just fall.

and you might fall hard.

 

And when the set rolls in –
three little swells
like glassy serpent backs  –

you muster air in your lungs,
courage in your heart,
and strength in your arms,

and you paddle –

ferociously chosen –

this is the wave you will take –

this is the wave that will take you.

 

pull, ache, burn, and hope

clutch the edge and stand

plant your feet and flex your toes

bend the knee and ride

responsive to the journey

molecules moving over

undulating tide

 

If you’re lucky, the wave takes you gently to the beach
and you stride off your board
like a man from an escalator
who checks his watch
and waits for the next tram.

But most times
I never quite make it
to the shore.

and when that happens,

you spin in salt and sand
for a time –

sometimes it seems like a long time –

disoriented and strange.

 

the force of a wave is not something to fight against.
you must yield to it else you waste your strength.

it eventually forgets you
and heads back out to sea
and you must have something left in you
to find the surface again.

 

In those seconds underwater,

you’re pushed.

you’re pulled.

you’re lifted and drowned.

you’re helpless and weightless and unseen and free

and slowly,

slowly,

the spin stops

and you must wait

to feel your float

and find the surface once again.

 

I’ve only been surfing twice in my life.
Both times I was reminded
that I’m not a great surfer.
Still,
if I had the chance,
I’d do it again
in a heartbeat.

Day143_Surfing


Day 142: Erode

Day 142: Erode


·

O cradle

O cure

O hold that endures

·

O keeper of my wishes

and maker of my dreams

O filler of the waters

and current of the streams

·

 O embrace in curve and sphere

I can feel you drawing near

my back against your breast

O limitless, loving rest

lean into me

lean down

press onto me

come ‘round

·

I have called you all these many years

I erode your edge with salted tears

and sculpt anew with kisses

·

 Day142_Erode


Day 141: Roasted Figs

Day 141: Roasted Figs


Continuing the Labneh experiment from Day 139, I want to notch up the experience by working with fresh figs. I’ve never baked with this fruit in a not dried state, and I’m so glad I did. Not only are figs completely beautiful little bobbles, their meat is soft, and their skin is as delicate as their flavor.

This is technically considered a dessert, though not very sweet, and if paired with baguette and some Stilton Blue makes for a pretty memorable moment at a plate.

Enjoy…


Roasted Figs

with Thyme, Honey, and Labneh

 

Ingredients:

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  • 4 fresh figs
  • 4 Tablespoons honey
  • 4-8 sprigs of fresh thyme
  • 1/2 cup cold Labneh

 

Preheat your oven to 350°.

Crumple a piece of parchment paper in a baking pan

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and spread it out within.

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This will collect the honey around your fig and not let it run away…

Slice your fig crosswise, about 3/4 down, but don’t cut through the bottom.

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Place them in your pan,

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and gently spread them apart with your fingers, keeping the flesh in tact and and bottom connected.

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Place a sprig of thyme within the slice,

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drizzle a Tablespoon of honey in the center,

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and roast at 350° for 20 minutes.

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If you’ve strained your Labneh overnight, it will be a thick, cream cheese consistency.

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Scoop them into a serving dish, dollop your Labneh on the side, and drizzle with honey drippings from the pan.

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Yep.

Uh-huh.

Yes.

 


This recipe is credited to Rukmini Iyer’s, The Middle Eastern Kitchen

Day 140: Fire

Day 140: Fire


·

draw me
moth to flame
hypnotized flight

·

call me
call me yours
and light my way

·

heat me
inside out
kindle within

·

build me
take my grain
and burn it down

·

spark lit
firefly
i glow by you

·

cold is not your color
though you may feign a breeze
there is no ash in me

Day140_Fire


Day 139: Labneh

Day 139: Labneh


Every once in a while, I’ll come across a food whose name I do not recognize. “Labneh” is one of them. Mostly served in Middle-Eastern cuisine, it’s an EXTREMELY simple yogurt based creme that can accompany both the savory and the sweet.

I cannot tell you how something so simple can be so amazing, but it usually works that way, doesn’t it?


Ingredients:

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  • 2 cups Greek whole milk yogurt
  • ½ teaspoon ground sea salt
  • drizzle with honey to accompany sweet dishes or olive oil to accompany savory

 

Line a strainer with a single thickness of cheesecloth and place the strainer over a bowl to catch the drippings.

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Mix the yogurt and salt.

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Plop them on the cheesecloth.

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Pull the edges of the cloth together

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and twist until some liquid starts to squeeze out.

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You don’t need to wring this out, just make it snug

 

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and tie with a rubber band.

 

Store it in the refrigerator while it drains.

After four hours, you’ll have something like this

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that has the consistency of cream cheese.

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While I have grand plans for this tomorrow, I couldn’t wait to try it, today. An impromptu snack is born:

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With a sweet peach and a honey drizzle, I cannot tell you how sensuous an afternoon snack this was.


 

Day 138: Not Without

Day 138: Not Without


Though I have fallen, and sometimes hard,
I am not without height.

Though I feign at injustice,
I am not without might.

Though I have been scorned, for many a thing I’ve done wrong,
I am not without dignity.

I stand with benignity.

Though I have lied and cloaked my thoughtless misdoings,
I am not without honor.
I am not without truth.

My skin, soft and fleshy
is not without scar.
Every line traces lesson
with marking, unmarred.

I am not without humor,
though I know how to cry.

I am not without song,
though I sit in silence beside.

and also,

and always,

I am not without you.

 

– though worlds divide

– and cloud covers hide

 

I am not –

now or ever –

without.

Day138_Not Without


Day 137: Liberty of the Mundane

Day 137: Liberty of the Mundane


There is certainly a monastic streak in me.
I’ve always been a bit of a hermit.
I like to go out into the world
and collect the sea shells strewn about the beach;
I like to hear the stories the old men tell
and the songs the lovely ladies sing,
but I always come home,
like oxygen,
like breath,
to care for little worlds
and observe them as they spin –
like I spin –
we, the weaver’s workers
in ceaseless centrifugal force.

 

Plant and food,
flora and fabric,
sweet scents of cinnamon baking and sweat from the brow,
a wet bang slapped to the side with a huff –
the flour erupts in a puff –
as I keep kneading away.

 

A little more tired than well-rested would be
and a little more task that needs doing,
but the sun keeps her schedule
and the moon keeps her call
and there’s music at night
to remember you by.

 

This is the vital importance of brainless task:

It is in the process of ordinary, daily chore that my intellect is freed to wander far enough away, that I might ponder great questions, figure strange puzzles, and laugh at mean ironies.

Profound thought percolates under the business of fingers.
Imagination unlocks at tinkering, trained muscles, traversing in memorized beats.
I am stirred by the monotonous movement of the mundane.

The simplicity of duty can be the most liberating thing when I do not marry the mind to task, but engage it, rather, to eternity.

 

And then,
at last,
I am home.

Day137_Liberty of the Mundane


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Day 136: Migration

Day 136: Migration


Does a Monarch repent when migration begins?
Should the milkweed mourn it’s leaving?
Did the blossom not feed on the tips of her toes
though the bee buzzed on a breeze, and away?

There is a call in us all –
a pull to homeward poles –
and it echoes on crickets’ din.

The leaf that stirs in autumn’s sky
does quicken the blood within.

 

Sunflowers bow
back down to the ground
while bullfrogs sing high to the heavens.

Fat, yellow moons
cling close to horizons
and cast glowing shadow and path.

 

The bark brittles
but it’s green underneath.

 

The skin wrinkles
but it’s me underneath.

 

The heart hardens with lessons learned hard
but it beats –

ba

bum

– underneath.

 

Is it time?
Is it time to fly again?
A sitar song is strong on the wind
and the strings are stroking my wings.

Day136_Monarch's Migration


Day 135: Vive La Pork

Day 135: Vive La Pork


I’m not a huge fan of ham salad. It always seems too pink and too mushy to be real food. Also, it looks like brains.

BUT, when you have 4+ pounds of frozen ham in a freezer that needs defrosting (and you’re all out of split peas), what do you make?

Ham Salad.

 

My good thing today was creating a batch that I like. I liked it so much, in fact, I ate about a cup right out of the container before I could even get it on the bread. It’s good on crackers. It’s good on sourdough, it’s good on wheat. It’s ridiculous on buttered toast, with a  fried egg.

Ham salad is officially vindicated.


Ingredients:

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  • 6 cups (1 lb, 9 oz.) cooked, real ham (no deli meat)
  • 1 Tablespoon spicy brown mustard
  • 1 Tablespoon yellow mustard
  • 2/3 cup of GOOD mayonnaise*
  • 1/4 cup diced dill pickles
  • 1/4 teaspoon pepper
  • 1/4 teaspoon onion powder
  • 1 teaspoon thyme**
  • 1/4 teaspoon rosemary**
  • (salt as needed to correct flavor, but the ham is usually pretty salty on it’s own)

To correct the “mush” factor, I started by boiling the ham in just enough water to cover the meat half way up the pot. This made a drier ham with a corned beef texture and leaves you with great broth to cook rice or pasta in. It also makes going straight from the freezer super snappy.

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When the ham is heated through and your broth is bubbling,

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strain it out of the liquid and set it aside until it’s cooled.

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Shred it.

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Throw it in a bowl with the remaining ingredients.

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Stir until well combined, but don’t pulverize it. (I like a drier salad, so my mayo quantity is low. Feel free to add more to your liking!)

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Correct with salt and pepper as needed and chill.

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I served this on sourdough with a side of greens, dried tart cherries, and a sharp Irish Cheddar.

 

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Mmmmmmm……

…brains.


 

* The taste of the mayo really comes through in this salad, so be sure to use a  quality spread that you like the taste of on it’s own. It should have a fresh, eggy tang.

**I also tried Herbs de Provence in a batch and that was delicious. Not everyone likes all the herbs in this blend, so I opted for thyme and rosemary to please more palates. If I were making it just for me though, I’d omit the thyme and rosemary and go with 1 1/4 teaspoon Herbs de Provence, all the way.

***If the salad dries out in the fridge after a day or two, refresh it with a Tablespoon of fresh mayo and a 1/4-1/2 teaspoon of yellow mustard.