Happy Thanksgiving 2014. To celebrate this year, I am acknowledging FOURTEEN things I am thankful for.
1. My family. I love them very much. And feel closer to my mom and son every day. They give my life meaning, hope, connection, grounding, joy, security, love, humor, and much more.
2. Katie, my best feline friend and companion. Never have I loved a pet so dearly and for such a long time. We have a history together. She brings happiness to my life daily.
Last night the temperature here dropped below the freezing point. I covered Penny and Sid but they were not looking so good this morning. So, I picked their remaining tomatoes. I will attempt to ripen them in paper bags on the counter. If that fails, I will be scourging the Net for green tomato recipes.
Total harvest from two plants this season: 28 lbs. Not too shabby.
I have been eating a lot of cabbage lately—bok choy and green. I chop it up and sautée it in a little oil in a dutch oven on the stove top. After it caramelizes, I add lots of black pepper and some cubed ham (optional). Then I pour in a little water, cover, and steam it for ten minutes. I eat it over basmati or long grain rice. The rice soaks up the liquid. Delicious. I also eat quite a bit of romaine-based
When I was fourteen years old, I fell in love for the first time with a boy named Brett. He was fifteen, handsome, and tall, with silky black hair. He looked a bit like a muscular Steve Perry—frontman for the band, Journey. At the end of the summer—that summer of my first love—Brett and his family moved to Florida. I never saw him again.
Brett and I never kissed or even dated. Too many obstacles kept us from hooking up. First off, he was my boyfriend Scott's best friend. They had