Monday, November 24, 2008
Looking closer I see there's a slight blush at the edges of the flowers. This is the first bloom I've spotted and I hope more will follow.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
I cubed and cooked them like you would mashed potatoes. Then spooned them into individual ramicans and added mini marshmallows. I broiled them for all of a minute for the toasted effect. It was a hit with the family, and it satisfied my sweet tooth.
On another garden note. Remember those green tomatoes? Well, those still on a bit of vine I left in tact are ripening nicely. The Chianti Reds have been delicious additions to our salads. And the sweet little cherry tomatoes are just as tasty as a little snack.
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I decided to try making them since I have so many of the little buggers left from our lackluster crop. I found this version online at Simply Recipes:
3 medium, firm green tomatoes
1/2 cup all-purpose flour
1/4 cup milk
2 beaten eggs
2/3 cup fine dry bread crumbs or cornmeal
1/4 cup olive oil
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
2 Heat 2 Tbsp of olive oil in a skillet on medium heat. Dip tomato slices in milk, then flour, then eggs, then bread crumbs. In the skillet, fry half of the coated tomato slices at a time, for 4-6 minutes on each side or until brown. As you cook the rest of the tomatoes, add olive oil as needed. Season to taste with salt and pepper.
Thursday, November 6, 2008
As cliche as it sounds, Obama's victory was never a doubt in my mind. I couldn't stop grinning the entire night after the contest was called. It wasn't until the next morning, however, standing in our kitchen preparing a snack for our young son, that I shed quiet tears of joy.
My father was black, my mother white. I grew up in a small Montana town where you couldn't escape the weight that race can place on people. It wasn't constant, but the few instances where racism slapped me in the face left emotional scars that really never heal.
The color of a person's skin is a visual reminder of our differences, and unfortunately one that too many use as an excuse to remain ignorant. I worry how through the years racism will treat my son. I can hold him close for only so long before he, too, will experience the unfair burden of color.
Obama's win gives me hope that we have finally turned a page in our country's tattered story. This does not mean the road ahead will be easy, but for me the future now holds so much more promise and potential.
Tuesday, November 4, 2008
What an incredible privilege to exact change that has been sought for eight long years. As a writer, I understand the power of the pen. But today I truly hope that my one little dark circle leads to tremendous change for the better, for my family, my nation and this precious planet that for too long has been spinning out of control.