Friday, June 25, 2010

What's for dinner

My dear sister-sister-friend has a favorite question, "What's for dinner?".  It means more than simply what are you eating?  It means, "How are you nourishing yourself?",  code for "How are you?".
Tonight the answer was: (insert drum roll) cabbage rolls and celery soup.  I used two recipes inspired by the amazing Ms. Mojo (aka family chef extraordinaire). For all of you with cabbage growing in the garden, just aching to be prepped, here are the recipes:
Bodhi and I picked several large cabbage leaves from our garden and blanched them in salt water until pliable.
We stuffed them with a quinoa mixture of carrots, celery, onions, garlic, a little grated parmesan, fresh basil, s/p and broth.
Next, we rolled them up.  Drizzled some homemade tomato sauce (sauté garlic in some olive oil, add 4 large, ripe, de-skinned- crushed tomatoes, a half a cup of fresh basil, some s/p and broth) on the bottom of a casserole dish, arranged our cabbage rolls, drizzled with some more sauce and sprinkled with fresh grated Parmigiano-Reggiano cheese (aka parmesan...I just wanted to make my Grande' proud).  Bake at 350 till warmed through.  Serve with Celery Soup.
For all you nay sayers, this is actually quite good.  Celery soup: Sweat 3 onions and a head of celery (chopped) in enough water to slightly cover.  Add broth, fresh oregano and s/p.  Cook till warm.  Transfer to a blender and puree.   Serve.  It is DE-licious!  Really!
There you have it--That's what we had for dinner.  What are you having?

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Late Spring has proven a bit blog-dull as I haven't posted in a while. I began this blog in an effort to share a bit of our daily life with loved ones near and far. I began this blog because after an ugly divorce, public journaling became the only way I could write. I began this blog because I wanted to slow down the fast-forward moments of everyday life...to pause and treasure the mundane, the ordinary, the common-place. I began this blog for many reasons and now I find myself asking if those same reasons apply for continuing it. I am in the self reflection process right now, reinvisioning my relationship to the cyber media and how I would like to see it evolve or not evolve. Occasionally, I feel like a blog lends itself to a onesided reflection of life or self (particularly when I read the inviable blogs of others, oozing with creativity) . We rarely post photos of the many hair tearing moments, or post about the many airballs, stumbles and jostles of humanhood. And yet it is the whole picture that is truly beautiful...the guts and the glory... the sticky, dirty grime and the flowering, blossoming radiance. It is the union of these that provides the basic warp and weft of life. I am trying to find balance, while treasuring the beauty in each moment... the muddy child who poops in his pants rather than leave the treasure trove of dirt and water he has discovered, the flower blossoming in agonizing splendor, a body struggling toward health, a ten year old growing up achingly fast, a fabulous man seeking to discover himSelf, and my own imperfectly evolving self who continues to surprise, disappoint, astound and inspire. Yes, all these and a life so filled with beauty that I ache to remove the blinders of self to see it clearly.
Okay, Summer has officially begun and Bodhi is chasing fun with wild abandon and I am stumbling after him, always inspired by his exuberance for life, for being, for experience.   

Monday, June 21, 2010

Happy Father's Day!!
I had a short visit from my Papa, stepmom and stepbrother.
Hope all you Papa's out there had a lovely day golfing...now get back to work.

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Bodhi

Can anyone say CHARACTER!  This kid is a whirlwind.  I have never known any human with more zest for living, more lust for the moment, more intensity of being.  When mad he is PISSED, when happy he is a contagion of enthusiasm.  The emotional spectrum may flood within a few short minutes.  His 'no holds barred' approach to everything is exhausting and inspiring.
Bodhi.  

owen

My boys.
Owen is gone for the summer again.  He is ten.  Growing up now and eager for more space, more choice, more independence and autonomy.  I am still watching him leave with the same heart wrenching longing of seven summers and yet now I understand his need: to be with his father, to be independent, to experience a few months of life outside the full throttle living of his younger brother. He is growing up and I am grappling with letting go.
Summer.

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Hello dedicated readers (aka Mom) I am buried beneath busy, too deep to come to the surface at present, infact I may be under for some time.  Please don't give up on me or this beautiful, amazing, inspiring and uplifting blog humbly authored by yours truly.  I will return soon... at least if I can tread water until then...