Broccoli is God
Monday, April 30, 2007
I have great faith in the ability of broccoli to absolve me from all food and drink sins. I went into the zone at Waitrose today, thinking of which veg to get to make mr broccoli really yummy. Oh, I succeeded. Foodie bliss.
- Your favourite breed of rice
- 1 biggish broccoli
- 1 butternut squash (I attacked it first with the bread knife, chopping it roughly because its so damn hard)
- 1/2 bulb garlic
- Red onion, also attacked with bread knife
Take the veg out, chop it and mixed it all together while separately steaming the broccoli and boiling the rice.
Add 3 sprigs of fresh marjoram to the olive oil reserves in the veg pan, turn up the heat a bit and caramelize the marjoram.
Mix it all together and eat too much because it tastes so damn good.
Posted byKarma at Monday, April 30, 2007 0 comments
Labels: epicurious
newsworthy
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Ok. I am trying to read the news again. A bit at least, the important stuff.
Posted byKarma at Tuesday, April 24, 2007 0 comments
Labels: news
an english spring
Thursday, April 19, 2007
April is a lovely month to be in the south of England. The greenhouse effect has particularly favoured us this month, it was hot enough on Monday to sunbathe (and I happened to have the day off), and the past couple of days have been sunny and pleasant.
The wisteria are not flowering yet, but the leaves and branches are climbing up my window. I have a view of the garden, and like to watch the fox sleeping just through the cut doorway in the hedge. There is large pile of brown grass which he sleeps on, encircled and head tucked in, and he blends in perfectly. As I savour my jasmine tea, he raises his head, yawns lazily, tucks his head back in.
Today I have a Gilbert and Sullivan performance with WWOS, singing about 6 arias and ensembles, and a bunch of chorus numbers from most of the G&S operas. My favourite, which I am singing for the first time, is the madrigal from Mikado. Should be fun.
Posted byKarma at Thursday, April 19, 2007 0 comments
Labels: seasons
descent
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
my castle is crumbling. I am bereft, treading water,h esitant.
what of dance? my muse, tonight, she was aloof.
perhaps it is the venue - or is it england? the english?
too careful, too contained, too polite.
clawing my way into cat's corner, trying desperately to collect and store names, faces.
no, its ok, be business, make connections, set up a blues night, administrate, organise.
they will not love me more if I am a better dancer
would they even deserve it? most of them are simply skilled, clever.
I see very little light in the room
only my first lead, surely african and not english
sigh, perhaps I am overtired,
but I feel something is lacking here, in this place
Posted byKarma at Tuesday, April 10, 2007 0 comments
Labels: changes
feet that dont touch the ground
Sunday, April 8, 2007
Wow. What an incredible holiday. I just love my family, I am so happy for them and excited about their interests and self growth. My friends in SF were generous, hospitable and lovely and I really enjoyed seeing them in their new environments - I find it fascinating that so many of my friends are going through major life changes.
I arrived back into London on Thursday, but don't feel back yet. Slept really well on the plane but haven't been sleeping regularly since, my head is spinning, hopping, jiving, tangoing, bluesing. I am learning so much about myself and making wonderful friends dancing!
When I was checking out all of the natural product stores in the bay area I put an application form in with a natural pharmacy, and had a very encouraging conversation with the head of personnel.
I could do it, you know. Move back to SF and have a great job and spend all my evenings dancing and seeing friends. The Lindy hop scene seems better here in London, but SF is the place for blues. Lindy is pure joy, Blues is pure passion. How lucky I am to have discovered both.
Posted byKarma at Sunday, April 08, 2007 1 comments
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