scrumptious monkey

so much more than an amp -- and yet, not.

9.24.2005

pommes d’amour, mas oui!

Yes! More tomatoes -- tomatoes on every inch of counter space, luscious deep red, fragrant, meaty-juicy obscenely flavorful homegrown tomatoes.
Life...
Is
Good.

Homegrown Tomatoes
~ Guy Clark

There's nothin' in the world that I like better than
Bacon, lettuce and home grown tomatoes
Up in the morning and out in the garden
Pick you a ripe one, don't get a hard 'un
Plant 'em in the springtime eat 'em in the summer
All winter without 'em's a culinary bummer
I forget all about the sweatin' and the diggin'
Every time I go out and pick me a big'un

Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes
What'd life be without home grown tomatoes
There's only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and home grown tomatoes

You can go out and eat 'em, that's for sure
But there's nothin' a home grown tomato won't cure
You can put 'em in a salad, put 'em in a stew
You can make your own, very own tomato juice
You can eat 'em with eggs, you can eat 'em with gravy
You can eat 'em with beans, pinto or navy
Put em on the side, put em on the middle
Home grown tomatoes on a hot cake griddle

Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes
What'd life be without home grown tomatoes
There's only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and home grown tomatoes

If I could change this life I lead
You could call me Johnny Tomato Seed
I know what this country needs
It's home grown tomatoes in every yard you see
When I die don't bury me
In a box in a cold dark cemetery
Out in the garden would be much better
Where I could be pushin' up home grown tomatoes

Home grown tomatoes, home grown tomatoes
What'd life be without home grown tomatoes
There's only two things that money can't buy
That's true love and home grown tomatoes...
~
I can do without the bacon, but my favorite Munch lately is wheat toast, a schmeer of mayo and a lightly salted thick slice of fresh real t'mater -- sliced into quarters as finger food. Glorious.

To think tomatoes have only come into American culinary couture within the last 100 years. Really. Although the tomato is a native of Peru, it took cultivation (first as an ornamental -- and who can blame them; green with red fruit and that pungent, earthy, sensually stimulating scent of the vine. Ohhh yes.) in Europe and a return on the immigrant boats for t'maters to take root in the USA.

It must have struck some crazed French cook (certain moi it was a frog. They are brave -- and they will eat anything. lol.) -- "hey -- y'know -- the barnyard animals eat tomatoes and they don't die til I keel them."
Love Apples, pommes d'amour -- Vive le Gastronomique!
let the juicy tang reign.

12 tomato facts:

Tomato Fact # 1: There are over 1000 varieties of tomatoes. I plan on working my way through them all.


Tomato Fact # 2: One medium tomato has only 35 calories and provides you with 40% of your RDA for Vitamin C and 20% of your RDA for Vitamin A.

Tomato Fact # 3: The Rowett Research Institute in Aberdeen, Scotland reports that the jelly surrounding tomato seeds can prevent blood clots and may be safer than aspirin.

Tomato Fact # 4: Tomatoes are a native of Peru. They didn't reach Italy until the 1500s.

Tomato Fact # 5: Every Columbus Day weekend, there's a Tomato War in Warren, Vermont, where hundreds of folks divide into teams and do battle with tomatoes for weapons--splat!!

Tomato Fact # 6: Botanically, the tomato is not a vegetable. It's a fruit. Legally, however, it's a vegetable--in 1893, the U.S. Supreme Court declared it so to settle a trade issue.

Tomato Fact # 7: Many commercial tomatoes are ripened artificially with ethylene gas--the same gas emitted by bananas and apples. This ripening leads to the mealy supermarket tomatoes (tomaybes) you find in winter.

Tomato Fact # 8: Eliza Lesli's 1848 cookbook, "Directions for Cookery" dictated that tomatoes should be cooked for at least three hours to lose their unpleasant raw taste. Clearly, she was an English Import.

Tomato Fact #9: Perhaps because of their poisonous leaves, tomatoes were once considered toxic by many, and even, for a time, thought to cause cancer. Now, they're thought to help prevent it.

Tomato Fact # 10: The English grew tomatoes as ornamental plants in the 1600s. They didn't eat them until the mid 1800's.

Tomato Fact # 11: Americans eat an average of 13 pounds of fresh tomatoes each every year. (As usual, we're way above average in our house.)

Tomato Fact # 12: Tomatoes were once considered an aphrodisiac, thus the old name: "Love Apple." (ha. "once considered"? works for me!)

" . . .happily, it is wed to the clear onion, and to celebrate the union we pour oil, essential child of the olive, onto its halved hemispheres, pepper adds its fragrance, salt, its magnetism; it is the wedding of the day, parsley hoists its flag, potatoes bubble vigorously, the aroma of the roast knocks at the door, it's time! come on! and, on the table, at the midpoint of summer, the tomato, star of earth, recurrent and fertile star, displays its convolutions, its canals, its remarkable amplitude and abundance, no pit, no husk, no leaves or thorns, the tomato offers its gift of fiery color and cool completeness." ~ From Pablo Neruda's "Ode to Tomatoes"

9.22.2005

Happy Equinox


argh. Missed "Talk like a Pirate Day". argh.
fortunately, everyday around here is talk like a Pirate day.

I have been remiss. One of the things keeping me from adding posts to this space is a lack of anything new or interesting happening in my life.

Still trying to deal with dizzying low blood sugar episodes. I start to feel a little bit better -- and try to get a few things done around here, and I literally crash to my knees and have to grab proteins, quick.

I am sleeping better. This is because "Tigger" and me -- we have many laughs on IM or forum PMs leaving me relaxed and bouncy, and tired. Verra pleasant.

I finally got some invites to gmail -- woo-hoo! I resisted sending them to everyone in the address book and I'm only dropping them on folks I've already blathered about gmail to.

It's Autumn. My favorite time of the year.
I haven't had nearly enough homegrown tomatoes this summer.
yeah. That's the root of all my problems. not enough 'maters!

9.09.2005

Herrrre, Kitty Kitty....


ahhh Big Happy. The weather up here is sailing into a pleasant dry Autumn, Rob and I are tolerating each other in the stand-offish way of two cats sharing the same roof (little else) and I seem to have tripped over my very own adorable and lovable guitar playing Cat.

Will wonders never cease.

Sadly, it's a long distance relationship, but when you've been hung out to dry so long your heart feels dessicated by the elements, getting circulation back into your feelings reminds one you're on a swiftly tilting planet where anything is possible: losing your balance, head over heels, falling through the looking glass, hellllo Cheshire Cat.

This is especially nice because there is balance between our personalities; mutual interests, respect for intelligence, and...a goofy playful streak he seems able to flow and riff with, no matter what I come up with.
So far so good -- no headaches, no jammed frequencies, no avoidance of issues.

Whatever happens, it's very pleasant to be allowed to care and to feel wanted.

D'Artangnan

My lover is a Marmalade
with stunning Topaz eyes.
(I have no idea which
house he graces with his
presence when he isn't
patrolling the neighborhood.)

Our trysting, such a routine
part of the Winter;
my husband's dogs whip
themselves into a 3 times a week
froth behind the shut door
enduring castrations anew as

I feed him a dollop of warmed
tuna in oil; The Lothario who
rewards my traitorous rendezvous
with the loudest purr I have ever
heard and the tribute of decapitated
field mouse on my back porch.
)0(

9.05.2005

I Lose Me In You...


in 1999, that was the title for "All The Things You Are".

One of the reasons I am becoming a hound for all things taped of EJ's is because every dang set this guy plays, he does something unique to that set.

As astonishing as he is -- he's constantly improving.
mind boggling, really.

The current tour is a mix of Greatest Hits, Promote-the-New-Record, and.... stuff you gotta be there for. (although being there for the "Hits" is fairly worth the price of admission in itself) The stuff you have to be there for are the Hendrix covers, the works in progress, the "surprise" covers... and it seems he does covers JUST BECAUSE HE CAN.

Narf.

Anyway. I have been listening to the acoustic set from 1999 for most of the day.
Hard to believe that's 6 years ago, now.

The fourth piece in is a folky instrumental: with an exquisite bridge that is simply breathtaking. I do mean that in the literal sense. I'm fairly sure half the applause you hear in the audience is from patrons getting their chests pounded on to start their breathing again.

I am curious beyond healthy what ever happened to this piece: EJ treats it like a "Throwaway" bit -- no introduction, no title.
Oy, this guy drives me to plotz. (ugh -- I must be tired -- I'm going full Yenta.)
---------------------------
on the personal side -- I'm glad I'll be seeing my doctor for my quarterly check in next Tuesday -- time to get the medication adjusted (lower dosages, hoo-Ray!)maybe he can sort out the hypoglycemic episodes I've been having...
Bed now -- blood work in the morning...

9.03.2005

New Orleans laundry service

wrote this for an MSN board...
I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something-something I can use
People love it when you lose,
They love dirty laundry...

For personal health reasons, I do not watch the news.
I can't avoid it all together, but I make myself aware, and only eat it in short spurts.
I've missed most of it: helps that I haven't been feeling well, myself -- which is a problem I deal with on a day-to-day basis.
What irritates me beyond the levels of safe blood pressure is the blatant manipulation of the media to wring the emotional impact of every sensational aspect of every event that happens on the planet -- until the next "Tsunami" comes along.
Y'all remember the Tsunami, don't you?

Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em when they’re down
Kick ’em when they’re up
Kick ’em all around....

There's nothing but first hand experience that truly informs a person about a situation. Everything else is what some other "control" feeds you.
Nothing prepares you for the reality of being uprooted and directionless.
But it is a primal fear, I think. It could happen to anyone.
and it makes such a “good”, riveting story to watch, doesn't it?

We can do the innuendo
We can dance and sing
When it’s said and done we haven’t told you a thing
We all know that crap is king
Give us dirty laundry!

What does it say about "City Folks"... more to the point, what does it say about the media who is only showing us the worst aspects of these people, as opposed to the community efforts of the rural dwellers? Re-inforcing sterotypes just a tad, aren't we?

And you know -- we all know now, thanks to the "told you so" BS of the media -- New Orleans just HAD IT COMING.

You don’t really need to find out what’s going on
You don’t really want to know just how far it’s gone
Just leave well enough alone
Eat your dirty laundry...

I find the media nothing but carrion feeders. I do not care how pretty the talking head, how smooth how believable the delivery -- I look at the vulture for what it is.
For every "rescued puppy" story they report, you get a dozen shootings and lootings and "Where's the Government" sheep bleatings -- all designed to remind you that the world is an uncaring, selfish ME-hole -- and you are safe at home in your recliner with a six pack.
Watching the world like Zeus from on high.
But only seeing via remote.