L.A. Street Art

 

 

 

I was in L.A. for a meeting. I was a little early, so I walked down the street a bit and saw this across the lanes.

 

I love so many things about this street art. The way the red fire alarm looks like a mole. The way the subject seems to be looking up at the dip in the building’s skyline. The beautiful signs of life on the face. The fact that it is there at all, for every passerby to take in.

 

Traffic was nonexistent when I drove to that appointment. That doesn’t always happen in L.A. But on that day, it did. And it gave me just enough time to take in my surroundings.

 

I’m so very glad to have looked around. And to have actually seen.

For Those Who Are Interesting…

 

 

 

Mister and I spent Thanksgiving with “Sweet Talk Radio” and half of their parental units. It was a lovely holiday, with delicious food, a rousing “Bananagrams” competition and lively conversation. At some point in the evening, a parental unit began an anecdote by saying, “For those who are interesting…” We all had a good laugh and each of us said we’d be using that one.

 

Mister and I mis-speak all the danged time, usually on purpose. A lot of what we say is attributable to our own backfiring brains. Sometimes, however, we’ve heard someone else say something that struck a chord, and have adopted the “mis-speak” as our own.

 

We sometimes say “supposably” – even though we both know better. Well, we supposably know better.

 

How about “pacifically”? As in, “Let’s talk about our language problems. Pacifically, let’s talk about our mis-speaks.” Yeah, we use that one, too.

 

Even grocery stores fall prey: Ralph’s gets the British treatment and is pronounced “Rafe’s.” Pavilions is in a league of its own. For some reason, I use a deep, scratchy, French accent to say “Pah-vee-yone’s.” Every. Single. Time. Why? I have no idea.

 

I say “li-berry” like it’s the real word. (And I’m not giving it up!)

 

Apparently, when I was a wee lass I loved to eat “hot-ghotti.” Still call it that and still love it.

 

When one of us says, “I’m going to take a ‘shiggity’ now,” the other knows that means shower.

 

Napkins? “Nap-keenos”

 

Forks? “Susie Farkuses”

 

There are other mis-speaks, of course. And there are about a jillion things we call each other. Seriously – we rarely use one another’s actual names.

 

I suppose – over time – this is what people do. We come up with our own little language nuances. Existing words come to have new meanings. New words are formed. Language is a living creation, friends. Just like relationships. When you think about it, that’s a beautiful thing. Downright purty, in fact.

 

If you have any “mis-speaks” you’d like to share, I’d love to hear back from you. But no pressure or anything. It’s only for those who are interesting.

Ah-Choo!

 

 

I hate to admit it, but I’m sick. Under the weather. And I’m not very good at being sick.

 

It’s only a sore throat and an accompanying cold. Nothing major. But even that requires slowing down a bit, so that the body can fend off those little germs and recover.

 

Right now – in my life – slowing down isn’t something I’m keen on. So much to do, so little time.

 

Of course, that’s our collective life story, isn’t it? There will always be so much to do. And there will always be so little time.

 

Okay. Maybe I can be still for a while, allow my body to rest. Maybe I can snuggle up with my Pike County High School blanket and shade my eyes from the light. Maybe. Like I said, I’m not very good at being sick. Wish me luck.

Friends

 

 

I am blessed, in more ways than one. I am super-blessed when it comes to friends.

 

They come in all shapes and sizes – my friends – and they vary in age. But one trait is found in each and every one: they are all beautiful.

 

Beauty is a funny thing. I’ve crossed paths with models who should be stunning. But you and I both know that ugly behavior is one of the most unattractive things in the world. And it can ruin a perfectly good face. On the other hand, beautiful behavior can brighten up a simple face like nobody’s business. But none of this really applies to the point at hand…

 

My beautiful friends are just, well, beautiful. Their souls shine. Their hearts lead. Their minds enlighten. And as their friend, I am a beneficiary of their wonders.

 

I guess I just felt like counting my blessings today. And I happened to settle on my friends. My cup runneth over.

Ring, Ting, Tingling, Too

 

 

Yesterday morning found me out and about. Early. I treated myself to coffee and breakfast. And Faulkner, which I’m this close to finishing. I had a great seat in the shop and was able to watch the other morning folks trickle in for their fare. It was lovely.

 

After I’d been there a short while, I realized I was listening to Christmas music, piped through the store’s sound system. It was “smooth jazz” Christmas music, which isn’t my fave. But it was okay. It was more than okay, actually. I enjoyed it.

 

And this surprised me. I overlooked the smooth jazz and just listened. To Christmas music. In November. I was shocked at myself. Really.

 

Maybe I’m ready to feel a little holiday joy. Maybe I’m in need of some winter magic. Maybe, just maybe, I’m longing for a Christmas miracle or two. I don’t know. But it was a morning well-spent, and it set the tone for a grand Sunday.

 

Can’t fight that funk.

My 4th Painting

 

 

This is the 4th painting I did. (I’ve skipped the 3rd because I may do some further work on it, and therefore, don’t consider it finished.) This is a painting of some old work I found in a book. I have no idea who painted the original, or anything else about it for that matter.

 

It’s crude, I admit. The dark rock is so rudimentary, I can hardly stand it. On the other hand, I love the water. I also love the rock cliff in the upper right.

 

This was the final “copy” painting for me. After this, I began painting originals only. I do my very best to adhere to that policy now. Since I have about a jillion ideas for paintings, it’s pretty easy to leave the copies behind.

 

Anyhoo, I like to think I’ve learned a few things since painting this. I hope so at least. Only time will tell. And when I look at this beach, it’s as if time is standing still. That helps me be still. Calm. That’s why I keep it hanging around. For now…

Turkey Belly

 

 

I am still feeling the bloat from Thursday’s blessings. And I’m wondering – exactly how long does turkey belly last?

 

In the meantime, I’ll be avoiding gluttonous sit-downs for quite a while, lest I end up being the new model for an iconic American restaurant’s mascot.

Southern Living’s Cranberry Jezebel Sauce

 

 

 

Okay. I realize this recipe might have come in handy a few days ago. But the way I figure it, you’ve got some leftover turkey and other fixings in your fridge. And you’re probably out of cranberries. So now is the perfect time to experiment with a recipe in preparation for next year. And after you try this – and like it – you may even want to serve it with your holiday ham. If those reasons aren’t ringing any bells for you, the printed version of this recipe, in Southern Living magazine, included this: “This fabulous sauce doubles as an appetizer when poured over cream cheese and served with assorted crackers.” I’ve yet to try that one, but just might get to it. Soon.

 

Here’s what you’ll need…

 

 

Granulated Sugar, Dark Brown Sugar, Fresh (or Frozen) Cranberries, Pineapple Preserves, Prepared Horseradish, Dijon Mustard and Water (not pictured)

 

 

Place water and both sugars in a saucepan. Cook over medium-high heat and bring to a boil.

 

 

Add cranberries.

 

 

Return mixture to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer – stirring often – for 10 minutes. Cranberry skins should be popped and the mixture should thicken. Remove from heat.

 

 

Stir in preserves, horseradish and mustard. I also add a pinch of salt at this point.

 

 

Let sauce cool, then cover and refrigerate until ready to serve.

 

 

This is my fave way to eat cranberries. You can add a little more horseradish if you want extra kick, or add a little less. Your call. Either way, the end result is pretty and dee-lish! Yum!

 

Here’s the printable…

 

Southern Living’s Cranberry Jezebel Sauce
Author: 
Recipe type: Relish, Side
Prep time: 
Cook time: 
Total time: 

Serves: 3 cups
 

Delicious Cranberry Relish – suitable for turkey or ham – with a sassy kick!
Ingredients
  • 1 c. Water
  • ½ c. Granulated Sugar
  • ½ c. Dark Brown Sugar
  • 12 oz. Bag Fresh (or Frozen) Cranberries
  • ½ c. Pineapple Preserves (I use Apricot-Pineapple)
  • 3 T. Prepared Horseradish
  • 1 T. Dijon Mustard

Instructions
  1. Place water and both sugars in a saucepan. Cook over medium-high heat and bring to a boil.
  2. Add cranberries.
  3. Return mixture to a boil, then reduce heat and simmer – stirring often – for 10 minutes. Cranberry skins should be popped and the mixture should thicken. Remove from heat.
  4. Stir in preserves, horseradish and mustard. I also add a pinch of salt at this point.
  5. Let sauce cool, then cover and refrigerate until ready to serve.

Notes
-Feel free to up the horseradish, but be careful! It packs a punch! -Southern Living Magazine suggests using this relish as an appetizer: pour over cream cheese and serve with assorted crackers.

Happy Thanksgiving!

 

 

No matter where you live in the world, no matter what this day means for you, I wish you blessing upon blessing.

 

And gratitude. For it’s a wonderful thing – being blessed. It is greater still to know it.

Poultry Dreams

 

 

I’ve been dreaming of turkey. And cranberries. And dressing.

 

It’s funny the way food appears in my dreams. The way I can smell and taste while sleeping.

 

If I wake to find a turkey-leg-bone beneath my pillow, is that wrong?

 

Don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.