But Not a Word I Heard Could I Relate

BBQ Oven Pork Chop w Barley

A mound of fresh sauteed green beans with soy, sesame oil and garlic served as a more than worthy side.  I choose to fight ignorant battles with food.  If I would just take the time to read how to properly cook basic things, it would save me so much time.  Yet, I'm stubborn, slightly daft and slow to learn.  But in my defense, I enjoy the process of figuring things out in the kitchen.  This means, I've both over and under cooked my green beans many times because I'm also forgetful. 

I spent an inappropriate amount of time making funny videos for my great nieces with these stuffed animals before we opened but then erased them all because I decided they were not for public consumption.  There is a line between quirky and psychotic and I'm afraid I crossed that line.

Somedays, nothing comes out right.  I was trying to capture the moon, visible in the daytime sky and how it seems almost magical up there staring down at us.  It absolutely has a presence, like a giant eyeball relaying reassurance telepathically. 

September Morning Still Can Make me Feel that Way

Homemade Stovetop Frittata - delicious!

And the next day more bacon for breakfast at Mike's Coffee Shop to celebrate P's safe return from the road.  

not pictured, a mound of buttered rye toast

I just want to give a shout out to diner coffee.  Cups change a bit throughout time but generally, it's a nice solid thick ceramic off-white cup.  The coffee is piping hot and fresh.  It's especially nice somehow when an old male waiter brings it to you or an older woman that calls you honey.  I can't do refills as I'd fly right outta my seat but I love the sound of the refresh pour. 

Since I Met you Baby, My Whole Life has Changed

Slowpoke Rodriguez

September is Hispanic Heritage Month and I decided to honor one of my favorite cartoon characters, Slow poke Rodriguez.  Yes, he was a stereotype but with a twist.  He came to visit his cousin Speedy Gonzalez on occasion.  He was the opposite of Speedy, not running around but deemed the slowest mouse in all of Mexico. They hailed from Guadalajara. He had the lazy drawl accent, yet he always outsmarted the gringos in the end.  In Looney Tunes world, that meant the cats.   When I say always, apparently even though I have such a fond memory of this character, he only appeared in two episodes.  Thank goodness for reruns and poor memory.  However, I do recall watching the episode with my dad and him laughing so hard when Slowpoke pulled out a gun.  A hilarious unexpected ending, however we were far less triggered back then and realized this was a cartoon.  In honor of him, I bought a shirt that so far, no one seems to appreciate as much as me.  But in reality, these depictions were so very comforting to see in popular culture, especially way back in the 60's, when diversity was limited to say the least. 

Deer in my sister's yard now on the regular. Gorgeous!

Still riding solo in Brooklyn while my husband cats around on the road somewhere.  I'm nothing if not predictable, so I had to make myself a nice tomatoey pot of spaghetti.