Okay, I read an article featuring the cookbook of some blogger ladies called Muy Bueno. Mexican food is an absolute favorite of mine so it wasn’t hard to sell me on buying the book. My fingers tapped the title into the search engine on Amazon and within a week it was in my hot hands. The first recipe I decided to try was red chile sauce. Mainly I chose it because it is included in lots of the books recipes and I had an edible ristra that wasn’t getting any fresher. So, I read the directions and went at it with reckless abandon. As I was removing the seeds, a tickle started in the back of my throat and my nose began to run. Less than a minute later, I felt déjà vu as I hacked coughed and wiped my nose on a towel. The hacking was so bad my husband thought I was dying. I persevered and the chili sauce was worth it. Perhaps if they’d had me making chili sauce in the NBC chamber I wouldn’t have run smack into the wall trying to escape it all those years ago in ROTC. I was not an impressive site. The delicious flavor of the sauce made me want to take a second go at it when we ran through it in two days. I did not want a repeat of the hacking so I decided to be smart and remove the seeds with the chili submersed in water. It was smart. I only coughed twice and very lightly. What wasn’t smart was failing to don gloves. My hands burned like I’d plunged them into a nest of fire ants. Two soakings of milk, one rubbing down with tomato and a soaking in vegetable oil helped. Drinking three beers helped even more.
Photos from my trail run this morning. My goal is to sketch every day. It’s the only way to improve. So, here is my sketch. I’ve decided to quit listening to that voice in my head that tells me I’m not good enough. Sometimes I hit a home run and sometimes I strike out but if I never go up to bat I guarantee failure. On a day like today, when we remember those who made the ultimate sacrifice, I think it’s disrespectful not to pursue your dreams. What would they or their loved ones give to have them back so they can pursue theirs? So, go ahead and go up to bat. Life isn’t lived by warming the bench.
Inspired to write this morning but the subject is grim. Well, I didn’t feel grim when I wrote it but it could be considered grim. It’s about the old cliche, grass is always greener. As my cousin says, it’s because it’s fertilized with manure. I just had a thought about how easy it is to covet things. It’s easy to ignore that when we covet, we also are victim to flights of fancy within our own mind. Our psyche embellishes to satisfy our ego. Everyone has experienced it. That thing or trip, even person, we thought would be so great and would improve our lives one hundred percent ends up disappointing. Think infomercials. How often do the products live up to the hype? Our psyche can be like an infomercial sales person. Hyping up something to make us believe it will compensate for some shortcoming, real or perceived.
So, I finally drew the tent and realized I have no red marker. Well, let me clarify that statement. I have no red marker I can get my hands on. There might be one in the basement but I’m debating how effective it would be to haul a bottle of wine down there to consume while searching for it. On the other hand, it could be interesting to see the end result of the search. Now, it’s time to move on to the monkey.
That’s the way I write the sound Samantha (bewitched) made when she wiggled her nose to do magic. I have never managed to get my nose to wiggle that way or do any magic. I have however, pulled some shit out at the last minute. We all have I imagine. Today, this kitchen will buckle under my heavy hand. Teenage and preteen boys will be banished from scurrying in like a plague locusts bent on disaster. Seriously, until it is clean, none shall pass.
I’m alive and in good health. I have less than some and more than most. I will feel beautiful today in spite of the fact that looking at the back of my legs makes me cringe; my complexion is ruddy and riddled with scars and my self-consciousness is worn on my sleeve. I will love myself today because I am worthy of that. We are all worthy of our own love.
Much to my parents’ chagrin, I loved that song when it came out. Can you imagine a 12 year old running around singing. “I want a new drug”! My poor mom and dad must have been mortified. It reminds me of when I was walking through the mall and hear this preteen singing “Hit me baby, one more time”. I cringed for her mom. That girl probably thought she was just singing a catchy tune and had no idea of the innuendo behind the lyrics. Innuendo is funny that way. It assumes some inside knowledge or experience that the recipient may not have. Whatever. Its like a reflection of life. Someone is always on the outstide looking in. That might be you or you might be the soul on the inside. Take your pick. This blog serves as a spot for me to write or share, uncensored, whatever I feel motivated to share. It won’t always be kid friendly nor will it always be dark. It is a reflection of aspects of my life I feel compelled to write about. Sometimes, I’ll post pictures of projects I am working on. Unless otherwise noted, all work is my own and I retain creative credit. In other words, don’t repost my shit and don’t claim my work as your own. I get rather bitchy about that. Beyond that. feel free to comment or not.