All of nature is centered on the premise of “survival of the fittest”. As I like to tell my students, the struggle is real.
I cringe at the idea that waffles should be nothing more than a vessel for syrup and butter. Don’t get me wrong, that creamy and sweet “waffle juice” is nothing short of nectar of the gods, but having super sugary waffles just makes the experience a little too sickly-sweet for my taste.
With all the lovely plants I have in my garden (and I really have a lot), there are plenty of pleasant places throughout the year that I can gaze upon. So it makes perfect sense that the most cluttered and untidy part would be my favorite, right?
Being in zone 9 makes growing cool weather crops a bit of a challenge, especially if you are trying to follow the instructions usually given on seed packets. I finally gave up and used science as my guide. What do you know, it worked.
Gardening requires the utmost levels of patience. I am not a patient person. At all. Houston, we have a problem.
What’s not to love about roses? Okay, other than the thorns. At our peak, the Old Man and I have had over 30 rose plants of various forms in our yard. We just ripped out a few, but it’s okay, we’re expecting four more to be delivered soon. We don’t have a problem (twitch twitch).
My brain tends to get a multitude of ideas roaming around in it all at once. Much of the time those ideas have nothing to do with each other, but when I’m hungry those random thoughts start to coalesce around the concept of eating something. Shocking, I know.
Nothing quite compares to the stunning beauty of pomegranate seeds. It is no wonder that Persephone was tempted to eat those offered to her by Hades in the Greek mythological story. Sadly, just like in the story, pomegranate is only available during a short time of the year. Hrumph!
The best souvlaki I ever had was from a street vendor in my mom’s village in Greece. I lost track of how many I ate that summer, but I’m sure the guy was amused by this little American girl’s appetite. The meat was served right off a small wood-fired grill with a chunk of bread stuck on the end of the stick. I couldn’t get enough of it then, and I still can’t now.
Roasts are wonderful for a couple of important reasons: they tend to be cheaper cuts of meat, and they make a lot of food so I get to have leftovers and don’t have to cook every night.
Okay, you know I can HEAR you rolling your eyes. Yes, I bother to make my own nut butter for two very good reasons: 1) control of my ingredients, 2) I’m tired of fighting with jars of stiff peanut butter and having the jar win.
A few years ago I was doing some last minute birthday shopping for the Old Man at a local hardware supply store. Lo and behold, I stumbled across something I knew he would want (like, really want): a Kalamata olive tree.
I am home with a sick kid today. I want him nowhere near me because I hate getting sick (does anyone like it?). On the other hand, there’s that whole motherly love thing that drives me to want to take care of him. Is there any better cure-all than chicken soup? I think not.
I will never make it as a short order cook. I’m not the fastest person in the kitchen, and no where near the neatest (I can hear the Old Man agreeing with the last statement just a little too much). However, I have learned some tricks along the way to help streamline certain meals so that I can enjoy them the way I want, and I don’t have to get out of my pajamas to go to a restaurant, either.
Okay, I know he’s not a baby anymore, but my youngest is still THE baby. No matter what, all my boys will always be MY babies. I think most parents will understand.
I didn’t use to pay much attention to chrysanthemums in my earlier days. They just seemed so “common place” and were always the cheap plants at the nursery. But at some point I decided that my garden needed that quintessential splash of color in the fall, so I thought “what the heck”.
Sometimes in winter I’ll have the foolish notion that I miss summer. And why not? Days filled with eating warm, summer fruit right off the tree, swimming in the pool with the kids, harvesting fresh tomatoes and peppers. Then I remember the week long stretches of 110+ F heat. Oh yeah, that’s why I don’t miss summer.
Traditionally in Greece, lamb is more of a spring-time thing. But with the invention of these nifty things called refrigerators, freezers, and mass world wide transit, things like lamb are available year round. Good for me, because lamb is one of my favorites. Read More
Seriously, this is about as un-goofy of a picture of my boys that I can get. I know it may seem a little late to post a Christmas story, but when part of your Christmas was late, it just kind of works out that way.