“The juice of the grape is the liquid quintessence of concentrated sunbeams.”

Posted August 8, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

With all the doors and windows open, I can feel the coolness in the air. I can also feel the humidity. It is so thick sounds are muted, and leaves just hang from their branches.

The day got lighter a couple of times when the sun broke through the clouds, but it stayed only long enough to give me false hope. The forecast is for cloudy and maybe some rain.

Any cloudy day is a stay close to home day because I don’t have the patience to face the traffic, the lines of cars filled with frustrated tourists trying to find something to do, something to entertain the kids, to keep them quiet; instead, I’m going to spend the day on the deck planting the flowers I bought. Did I mention I went back to Agway yesterday? I bought the most magnificent pink hollyhock and some lavender plants with flowers. They are going in the front garden to fill some bare spots. I also bought several flowers to replace the dead ones in the deck pots. I’ll plant them when I’m finished here.

My friend Peg and I talked for an hour yesterday catching each other up on what’s been happening. I had held on to Bill and Peg’s Christmas presents hoping we’d see each other in the flesh. When that didn’t happen, I finally mailed their bag. I had found some neat stuff for them including a bee nesting house and a wooden press to make tostones (twice fried plantains). We had all developed a taste for plantain when we lived in Ghana though we never tried them twice fried. I also bought neat, unusual spices, for Peg and Bill including a jar of seasoning for jollof rice. When the three of us went back to Ghana in 2016, Bill and I ate jollof rice just about every night. I still could.

When I was a kid, the old white house with green shutters on the corner across the street had a grape arbor. Purple grapes hung down from the overhead piece. They were the easiest to pick. The elderly couple who lived in the house had given us permission to pick the grapes. I remember the grapes had seeds. We’d sit on a rock wall, eat the grapes and spit out the seeds, but they were too small for our competitive who can spit the seeds the farthest game. Cherry pits were perfect. I never won. My technique was faulty.

Clementine: Pink Martini

Posted August 7, 2020 by katry
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On A Coconut Island: Louis Armstrong

Posted August 7, 2020 by katry
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Tangerine: Led Zeppelin

Posted August 7, 2020 by katry
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Cherry: Mills Bros and Count Basie Orchestra

Posted August 7, 2020 by katry
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“Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.”

Posted August 7, 2020 by katry
Categories: Musings

The doors and windows are open. The day is cloudy, but I’m loving the 76˚ after the hot days we’ve had. The weather prediction is for rain tonight, possibly even thunder showers, and rain into tomorrow. If I stand outside and get wet I’ll believe it.

Yesterday I bought my replacement flowers. I’m going back today to get some more then I’ll pot them all. When I was paying, I was shocked at the price. The flowers were only a dollar.

The leaves are still. It is cloudy and a bit dark. I can feel the difference in the air from all that heat and humidity. I am no longer sweating in place.

I just ordered my mid-month fruits and vegetables. I only have a couple of lemons left, a mango and two unripe plantain.

I have become lazy. My meals are mostly sandwiches or eggs and bacon. I open the freezer, stand there and see nothing which looks appealing. I think that has more to do with my mood than with the frozen food. It is hot dog time.

Yesterday at Agway I loaded up on animal food and bird seed. I also bought a great new feeder which looks like an Adirondack chair. The spawns of Satan would think it an easy place to dine al fresco, but I’m going to dust the seeds in cayenne. It keeps the spawn away.

I have some blueberries. I’m thinking of muffins or even a cobbler. Henry likes blueberries.

When I was a kid, the only fresh fruits we ate were bananas, apples, oranges, tangerines at Thanksgiving and watermelon in the summer. It wasn’t until Ghana that I tasted strange, even exotic fruit. Pawpaw, better known as papaya, was delicious. It was the star in my every day fruit salad lunch. At first I thought mangoes tasted like furniture polish smelled. It took a while before I got over the first taste, but I did. Now I buy mangoes all the time. The only pineapples I ever ate before Ghana were in a can. Nothing is sweeter than a fresh, ripe pineapple. I don’t think I ever saw or even tasted fresh coconut before Ghana. Aunties sold it along the roadside. They’d use a machete to split the shell then cut it into small pieces to sell. You had to scrape the coconut with your teeth. The oranges were so wonderfully sweet. They were also green. I actually saw banana plants growing. They were in bunches hanging from the tree. When I went back to Ghana, I saw apples were being sold. I bought a couple. They tasted different but no less delicious.

When I lived in Ghana, I loved bush meat even though it was covered in cayenne. I’d eat it with bread. It was sold on kebab sticks, and I’d always get a couple, especially on the train. Years later I learned that bush meat was a rodent, a big rodent.

Who Wears These Shoes: Elton John

Posted August 6, 2020 by katry
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Shoes: Bobby Bland

Posted August 6, 2020 by katry
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Hi-Heel Sneakers: Tommy Tucker

Posted August 6, 2020 by katry
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