Moon

Do you remember tree stars? What about sharptooth? I wonder about them often, as well as a bird that needs to be followed. Finding a home is something we all need, and yet that home is sometimes right here in Queens. A Deaf gospel is sometimes needed, but so is a bitter apple. Dinosaurs tend to hang on wooden doors for a short time. Interesting how candy buttons will run, hide and still smile... for you. Sledding beats museums, but not always happily. What can you do? Honestly... A good job is enough Donny. Surrounded and still alone, weeping. Unfair? Perhaps, and still we, no... you, press on without doubt. Rescue Rangers, remember? Groundhogs await friday, promise. Groundhogs and whatever you want. Penny lane comforts restlessly, but littlefoot needs a friend. Mom doesn't always know best, remember that. Learning what is important... for me, for you. Truly Ad astra per aspera. Eclipsed

Like endless rain into a paper cup...

I had the opportunity to go see Across the Universe on Saturday. I loved the move more than I could capture here with a blog. It was so full of imagery and symbolism. It was definitely an "artsy" movie, but that is why I loved it. The experience over all was awful. This may seem like a strange blog for a food topic, but i feel it compares to being in a restaurant. The mood and the audience or other customers can make or break your experience. The theater was packed full of teenagers that decided they needed to talk constantly through the movie. My chair leaned back a bit more than the others, so I was right in an earshot. I also was granted the opportunity to have my chair bounced like a bronco by a tall boys knees. The movie begins and the first comment was, "Is this a musical? Great! (sarcastic)" How do you come to see a movie based around The Beatles' music and think they won't sing??? Just a question. The movie apparently was a bit too deep for those around me as well. Strawberry fields forever was by far my favorite. The strawberries were dropped like bombs on Vietnam, while the red juice and pulp captured the gore. It wasn't a Gladiator gore, it was a Salavdor Dali meets Monet. People walked out during the movie pretty consistently. I understand that not every one has the same taste in movies, or food. I'm okay with agreeing to disagree. There was a part where Jude (the main character) was drawing a picture of his girlfriend Lucy while she was sleeping. The sheet had fallen off her topless body, and she was clothed in a darkness of shadows. That was the limit for most movie goers. Her body in art, nude art albeit, was too much. I thought about, what drives a person to reach that point with morals where they are willing to leave? The movie had displayed drinking, profanity, and drug use prior to this scene. Is there a limit to how much we'll tolerate? Is there a sin scale? Or is it a desensitized thing. I don't write these comments with a judging heart. I watched the movie, and I accept that. I just left a bit confused with when does one decide, "Marijuana... okay. Alcohol, sure... but nude art? I'm done." I guess that's my blog question. How can we ( a Mormon community) sit through drugs, alcohol and profanity and say, "Let it be." But nude art turns an audience, helter skelter? Either way, I suggest the movie. I would suggest seeing it with people who have an open mind and who can appreciate a movie for something more than it's face value.

Rare.... Rare as you can cook it.

-"Just eat the chicken!"
-"NO! I don't want to!"
-"A growing child your age needs to eat meat. You can't leave this kitchen 'til you eat it!"
That was some 8 years ago. I have always had quite the liberal streak in me. Add that to a hard headed personality, and you'll find a difficult child. I have never had an enjoyment for meat. I'm not a ferret freeing fanatic like PETA, I just prefer to not eat meat. Especially steak. I just can't detach from the idea of what it is. That brings us to tonight. January 12... My brother has reached his 25th birthday and Texas steakhouse is the restaurant of choice. 3 hours later, we are seated by a woman name J' nae. I ignored the menu as options for dinner were openly discussed. My nephew is much more entertaining to me than a 'bloomin' onion.' We each take turns announcing our decision for dinner that night, and my brother decides on the steak/rib combo. Upon question how he'd like his meat cooked, he replies, "Rare... Rare as you can cook it." Fast forward 20 minutes. Knife in one hand, flesh on a plate he begins to cut. Cutting undercooked meat is a lot like slapping a tub full of jello. The blow isn't penetrating. He endures, and takes a victory moment by showing me the prize, a limp red morsel. Amazing how it's repulsive to one, and celestial to another. I sit happy with a salad and sweet potato. ( no toasted marshmallows ) This isn't a 'Cow's are friends' campaign blog. I just find it interesting that he is willing to wait 3 hours for the very product that churns my stomach like cud. Besides the dinner made him happy and that ultimately was the goal. And who doesn't love to hear a chorus of Utahn's screaming, "YEEEEEEHAWWWWS" bringing in a bowl of birthday ice cream?

"Soppin' with a biscuit til the yella's gone..."

So this is my first blog. I have never done this before, and I never imagined that I would be "blogging." This blog is related to food so I decided to focus around my favorite type of food... southern. Living in Virginia I have enjoyed foods that are foreign to Utah. I hate having to explain what's a hushpuppy. And yes, you do dip it in butter. NO, it isn't good for you, but it's not supposed to be. Yes , I do enjoy sweet tea. Not that nasty unsweetened nonsense here... and before I offend my English 150 neighbors, it's herbal sweet tea. I still stand in a chalk circle, no worries. I hate that Popeye's is associated with a cartoon, and not the best fast food fried chicken. Crawfish, Catfish and my personal favorite okra. Fried okra is something I could eat everyday. I remember as a child going with my Gramma Jean to Pofolk's, and eating a catfish dinner with a double helping of fried okra. I would wrap up the skeleton from the fish and use it's ribs as a comb for the next couple of days. I would love to be back home in Sadie's trailer eating her collard greens, and topping it all off with her pecan pie. That is livin'.