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Duke Chester III of Nokomia
Many moons ago (I really should have written this a long time ago but I am brainholed and easily distracted) I got up and checked my email and there it was, a picture of a portrait painted of Chester. I kept staring at it in a bit of disbelief because who would paint a portrait of Chester (sorry, Chester, but yeah)?
One of the Pantsters, a very creative and artistic (that really fails to sum up her talent and her ability to create such beautiful art, sorry) had seen a photo of Chester on my flickr jiggity.
A rare moment of quiet for Chester.
(the craziest part of that photo is just how clean my carpet was. Like diggity clean.)
She grabbed that photo and made for me a gift that will always be so very dear to me.
Darlissa Riggs, so very talented in ways I can’t even list. She is always on top of one beautiful endeavor or another. I am always in awe of the range of talents she possesses.
Just the honor of having my Chester 12Pound immortalized on canvas was awesome, but she also shipped the original portrait to me. It hangs on my wall.
I am so lucky in this life to have my awesome friends and family. So many wonderful and generous people surround me and sometimes I am unable to find the words that truly express my love for them.
Probably a good thing she saw the other picture first.
Listen
Who can I have been
Spent these last few days cooking and cooking. It’s easier to ignore cleaning and packing when it is SO IMPORTANT that I make grilled pork sandwiches and spicy grilled corn and niter kibbeh and orange raita and sambal and and and… 3 chili powder and and and…all of the things.
It’s 12pound hot and steamy in the kitchen and as I stand there shoving the remaining half of a navel orange into my mouth, sweat and juice just running down my neck and arms I had a realization. Oh yes, always with the revelations to go on about.
I realized that I DID become the person I always wanted to be, I just hadn’t noticed.
I turn 40 in one year and I am very much where I want to be with this life of mine.
I made it without even realizing it.
Finally, I don’t mind I’m not as smart as you require.
Mike Doughty
We can eat a thing
Boom! Crepes and Trader Joe’s and flank steak and chevre and italian sausage and maple syrup.
It’s been a food week.
Sunday was a grill out at my dad’s. Got to see all the new gardens and eat burgers and hold the baby.
Monday, flank steak on the grill. I made a tasty marinade with orange and toasted cumin, it was nice. The high heat of the grill kind of killed anything subtle so you didn’t really get to taste anything but meat and meat and a bit of salt. No mind, it was delicious. I made up some herbed focaccia and marinated tomatoes in sesame and thyme. Toasted the focaccia slices on the grill, got them on the plates, covered them is sliced steak and smothered it in tomatoes and dressing. Was going to be all swanky and use the leftovers to make panzanella the next day… but there were no leftovers.
Tuesday was Trader Joe’s day!! You seriously do not realize how much you need falafel chips, chocolate mochi, orange sticks or a pack of cured spanish meats until you are standing there mumbling, “holy shit…felafel chips… mmm serrano ham… I need all the things!!!”. Mostly, though, I didn’t go crazy (but the impulsy shelves by the check out got me).
Today I have to make croutons out of the rest of the focaccia and do something with the giant ciabatta I bought for no reason yesterday. Something something cheese, garlic, red sauce something.
And the rest of this week is going to be “make the useful things!” chicken stock, sausage, mustard, maybe some more marmalade depending on what’s in ‘season’ at the grocery story.
ALSO!!
The move to Vermont!! Along with making things that will only be given away as I don’t think I can use them all in the next 3 months I will also be filtering and packing and we have until late August to get these things done. Is it wrong to throw a goodbye party for yourself? I have not hosted a party in a very long time and I miss it. This might be my chance.
rock it