• Tomato sandwiches

    August 14, 2014
    a day in this life, food & drink, Southern culture

    My husband is from West Virginia and he says he never heard of anyone eating plain tomato sandwiches until he moved South.

    I find that astonishing.

    I come from a place where people argue about the correct condiment for a tomato sandwich. Duke’s mayonnaise or Hellmann’s? Or are you a complete heathen and use Miracle Whip? Is pepper too much of an addition?

    For those not from around here, Miracle Whip is “salad dressing,” which is mayonnaise with added sugar. Southern cooks are infamous for adding a pinch of sugar to just about everything and this is a commercial variation on that theme. I loved it when I was a child but lost my taste for it 20 or 30 years ago.

    Some friends and I had a conversation about tomato sandwiches, recently. I was amused to hear the voices from the Midwest and Northeast talking about tomato sandwiches with bacon, smoked turkey, cheese or other plants like mushrooms, avocados or onions.

    No.

    Just, no.

    That is not a tomato sandwich. That is a turkey sandwich with tomato. Or a BLT. Or a vegetable sandwich. Or a cheese and tomato sandwich. All delicious and delightful. But, NOT a tomato sandwich.

    I acknowledge that to purists, the occasional sprouts and celery salt I enjoy are pushing the envelope. So is mayo made with basil infused olive oil. While they are very tasty, they are treading the razor’s edge where a tomato sandwich becomes Something Else.

    If you are from some other part of the world, pick (from a garden, not a grocery bin) a tomato that slices like this:

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    A small one that requires several slices to cover the bread is fine, but this is a perfect sandwich tomato, minus the center cut I just ate.

    Your bread may be toasted or not, mayo on one or both sides, salt and pepper are optional. You will need to stand over the sink to eat it because the tomato juice will drip from a truly ripe fruit.

    THAT is the flavor of a Southern summer.

  • Day lilies

    August 11, 2014
    a day in this life

    I haven’t bought any day lilies, yet.  I have been given  some, though.  And foolishly planted them out around my well.

    Did you know that deer love to snack on day lily buds?   It’s true.  I don’t think there is anything in the front yard that they love better.

    So this Fall, I’m moving them inside the fence.

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    I do know that I have orange, pink and yellow varieties.  I’m really curious to see what come up next Spring.

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    (I can’t find a photo of the orange ones, so that will have to wait.)

  • Potato bags are a waste of time and money

    August 11, 2014
    a day in this life

    DSC03085Remember the abundance we had last year?

    This is the total for this year.

    I’ll be planting in the ground from now on.

  • Perfect

    June 21, 2014
    dancing in the field of dreams

    “At 19, I read a sentence that re-terraformed my head: “The level of matter in the universe has been constant since the Big Bang.”

    In all the aeons we have lost nothing, we have gained nothing – not a speck, not a grain, not a breath. The universe is simply a sealed, twisting kaleidoscope that has reordered itself a trillion trillion trillion times over.

    Each baby, then, is a unique collision – a cocktail, a remix – of all that has come before: made from molecules of Napoleon and stardust and comets and whale tooth; colloidal mercury and Cleopatra’s breath: and with the same darkness that is between the stars between, and inside, our own atoms.

    When you know this, you suddenly see the crowded top deck of the bus, in the rain, as a miracle: this collection of people is by way of a starburst constellation. Families are bright, irregular-shaped nebulae. Finding a person you love is like galaxies colliding. We are all peculiar, unrepeatable, perambulating micro-universes – we have never been before and we will never be again. Oh God, the sheer exuberant, unlikely face of our existences. The honour of being alive. They will never be able to make you again. Don’t you dare waste a second of it thinking something better will happen when it ends. Don’t you dare.”

    — Caitlin Moran

  • Chinti (a nifty video)

    June 4, 2014
    dancing in the field of dreams

    Chinti from Natalia Mirzoyan on Vimeo.

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