Sunday, December 4, 2011
Friday, January 7, 2011
A Movable Feast
A Moveable Feast is one of my all time favorite books. I love his description of Paris and the moments that he encounters. I would love to trek down to Key West and visit Hemingway's house.
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Bluebells
Ever since watching the movie I Capture the Castle and hearing the main character talk about the scent of bluebells, I have wanted that scent in my life.
Thursday, January 6, 2011
Green With Avocado Envy
I recently made fried avocados for a dinner party I was invited to. They were quite the hit. Dipping can come in all forms, I recommend:
Ketchup with a little sriracha sauce mixed in
Brianna's Honey Mustard (with the avocado on the label)
A warmed up cheese and cream sauce
Even the non-avocado obsessed attendees (I know, they're out there. Can you believe it?!) were obsessed !
Thursday, November 4, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
Skin
Skin remembers how long the years grow
when skin is not touched, a gray tunnel
of singleness, feather lost from the tail
of a bird, swirling onto a step,
swept away by someone who never saw
it was a feather. Skin ate, walked,
slept by itself, knew how to raise a
see-you-later hand. But skin felt
it was never seen, never known as
a land on the map, nose like a city,
hip like a city, gleaming dome of the mosque
and the hundred corridors of cinnamon and rope.
Skin had hope, that’s what skin does.
Heals over the scarred place, makes a road.
Love means you breathe in two countries.
And skin remembers—silk, spiny grass,
deep in the pocket that is skin’s secret own.
Even now, when skin is not alone,
it remembers being alone and thanks something larger
that there are travelers, that people go places
larger than themselves.
"Two Countries"
By Naomi Shihab Nye