“What would I do if…”
It’s a question I ask myself a lot while falling asleep late at night. A way for me to imagine stories, conversations, or situations. I’ve done it since a small child and it is one of the fastest ways for me to fall asleep….or spend hours awake thinking.
Last night I thought to myself, “What would I do if I had a chance to talk to Oprah?”
I would have tea in a sun room with her, Holy Basil for me, Rooibos for her. I would ask her what flowers she likes and tell her about how my grandmother, who rarely made a trip except to go to church and the library, kept antique roses that when in bloom smelled of love and liquid sensuality. I always thought it was the one way she could make the oppressive smell of cow manure that clung to the old family dairy; clung on her like old dreams. The roses caught her attention, the smell lifting her out of the vail of depression that plagued her life, and filling her, saying gently, “Drink of My Cup.” Continue reading “Gertrude Loved Roses”
This accurately sums up my feeling on tourists and living on Kauai….It is a challenging relationship, at best. And, at worst a fledgling disaster. I like the comment from one of the readers “Be a traveler, not a tourist”
I’ve bitten off more than I can chew.
I’ve been working on writing about my favorite place in the world: Kaua’i. In a way, it is a simple essay to write; the scenery is gorgeous, adventures prolific and the cultural history is extremely interesting.
Words fail me.
This place means so much to me that I find it indescribable. The blend of beauty, power and the socio-economic struggles of this place make it more complex than describing the dysfunctionality of your own family lineage, with a touch of racism and politics on the side. There is so much more than meets the eye.
There’s no doubt about it; Kaua’i is beautiful. Over a million visitors pour into the airports of the Garden Isle each year, mostly congregating to areas such as Po’ipu and Princeville. They drive up to Koke’e to visit the Kalalau lookout, perhaps hike to Hanakapi’ai beach
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This is the only moment this winter that I’ll say that I’m cold. Granted, i’ve had the chills all day and the temperature HAS lingered at 61 (which will make my Family and Alaska friends weep at the thought), but I’m still cold, and our house was designed to maximize keeping itself cool, not warm, so I’ve been layering all day and stewing on a delicious recipe to fill my gullet. I’m not going to sugar coat it, this recipe got desperate at times, but we made it to the end. I’ll say that my refrigerator, not me, gave birth to this Recipe I call:
#ColdWeatherKauai Lime Chicken Coconut Soup Continue reading “#ColdWeatherKauai Lime Chicken Coconut Soup”
I’ll admit it, I’ve been a skeptic about the whole sprouting movement (editor’s note: Michael Miller, my life partner and annoyingly incessant fact checker would like me to point out that this really isn’t a movement, but a long standing food tradition more recently brought back by the the Raw Food Movement). All that changed since wintering in Kauai and needing to adjust to a more vegetarian lifestyle to make up for soaring meat prices and a tight food budget. The result: lots and lots of beans. I feel I’ve perfected the crock pot bean making from dried beans. Getting down my soaking and cooking times for all of those dried beans that come in the thin plastic bags. While my recipes for red beans and rice has been a crowd pleaser (for the crowd of one- Michael Miller), I’ve found that to many nights of intense bean eating can leave one feeling like a balloon in a thunderstorm (i.e. out-gunned and out-matched…or needing a match, if you get my drift). Continue reading “It’s Alive! How to Sprout Lentils.”
At 19 I met her tantalizing views, traversed her trails eagerly like a first love, at first cautiously and then with fearless abandon. I ate from her rich belly: berries, salmon, moose, carrots. I smelled her sweet summer mornings, spruce mixed with cold earth. The gin and tonic for my soul.
But it was summertime and the remoteness of a ranger station in slana, young love and endless summer nights enchanted me and lulled me.