Monday Random: The war on junk food or How I learned to stop worrying and love kale

  • The trick in healing your liver with vegetables seems to be one of two things: Either hide the vegetables under and within other foods you like, or  b. find more veg that you like and embrace those, and leave off the rest.
  • After all it’s not a prison sentence, the idea is to feel good
  • Door b. is best for me because I like almost all veg, but it gets more complicated with Mr. Street. Still, we have found an accord. He has informed me of the following: He doesn’t eat (ever) eggplant or kale, and b. if I am going to hide kale in something, don’t tell him about it
  • Ignorance is bliss?
  • His shirts from last summer fit better. Next day he said, ‘you could probably put more kale in my smoothies’
  • He loves beets, which I can’t even handle a bite of, so we are a perfect match if you go with the opposites attract theory

But that’s not what I wanted to talk about. I wanna talk about kale-

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do nightmares chase us into day

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the sky changes
from black to blue
layers of cobalt and cerulean
over flames afar off
my horizon burning off a nightmare
that chased us through the night

running for home
over sooty streets
we were not overcome by the dark
aquamarine dancing with apricot
thoughts of the new day
hopes that the sun will ignite us

for we have become
day sleepers over time
all of our late-80’s hopes
riding on blue and grey clouds
whilst melon and tea rose
slice the sky

Monday random: refrigerator soup

  • I am cleaning out my refrigerator and making soup. I find it cathartic to get a shiny clean fridge at the end and a pot of fresh, comforting soup
  • First I braise a chicken. My mother taught me how to use all of the chicken, no waste. Herbs, salt, pepper, garlic cloves, a carrot and a stalk of celery, plus water to not quite cover.
  • Once it’s in the oven I can get back to the fridge and gather up the aging, flaccid vegetables that won’t get eaten otherwise,  but will look and taste brilliant in the soup
  • I wash and trim them, and it’s kind of how I feel about my life the last few weeks. I’ve been lost in thought and meditation, trying to take thoughts of death in the spring, and clean them up into something more healthy and fresh, that still has life in it.
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Monday is the color of the dishes in my sink

When Monday comes you’ll be doing what you do
what you always do. A productive day
even if you daydream on the way
during drive-through coffee
or heart murmur’d traffic, a world
I left behind, responsible and hectic

Yet, you meet me where I am
in a sink full of dishes that does not end
looking out the window at a world
that is not always a friend
reading books that show me
a thousand worlds

I am not sad – so don’t you feel bad
only keep on covering me
in that sweet veneer
in times like this friendship is dear
when I’m waiting on rain and it just won’t come
brushing my hair with silence instead of a comb

When Monday arrives smelling good in your suit
I’ll be cleaning up from Sunday
and tucking away loot
a dollar in an envelope a fiver in the drawer
under my panties, in my socks
what am I keeping it there for

I’ve got this inclination
call it a whim call it a dream
I’ll check out of here someday
a momentary gleam – of fantasy
and thoughts of luck
and saving every solitary buck

So when I get enough of them
I’ll find contentment
looking like a friend

monday supper

stewing a chicken is not about
individual ingredients-
on tasting the finished product
no one says,
‘oh, that is delicious rosemary’

nor is humble celery spoken of
at dinner table
dipping delectable dinner rolls
into the gravy
though without it
chicken would be the less

carrot and onion marry and dance
but are never seen on the plate-
does the garlic moan
lurking unseen in the essence
of the graceful flavour

even the hen
the crown jewel of the pot
ripped to shreds
its bones boiled dry
every drop of flavour
extracted
for the succulent sauce

and the people sit and partake
of fulfilling food and conversation
storytelling with smiles
as condiment
rich gravy of friendship
over all

Monday random: Health

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  • That should look very refreshing and delicious, if it did not have beets in it. I really thought they could hide in a smoothie. I believed the man and countless women on YouTube touting beets’ ability to detoxify the blood. I tried. I really tried. But that is the only vegetable that I don’t like. It tastes like dirt. This drink, this marvelous, healthy drink tastes like dirt and berries. Might as well drink it straight. There is no hiding.
  • It reminded me of the time my mother tried to hide liver in meatballs. I do like liver now, though. But it isn’t something you can hide. It is not subtle.
  • It is the first day of spring and I feel so terrific to know that even though Chicago may very well snow again, and again, it is the tail end of winter and that’s so sweet. It was 50 degrees Fahrenheit today, which is not usually barefoot weather for me but I did go barefoot anyway. I just had to. Felt good to both feet and sole. Soul.

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  • Yep, I have big feet. I try not to complain about that which I have no control over. I  gained a half size from the first child, and another full size from the second.
  • I could live without okra and artichokes also, but I can eat them if that is what I am given.
  • We’ve had some kind of respiratory cold or flu for over 2 weeks Yesterday we got outside finally and went to a park. It wasn’t the big outing I had envisioned, but it was soothing and calm and once more, soul-healing.
  • I am really discouraged about something I have stayed close-lipped about, for good reason. It feels insurmountable. I find that when I open my heart up and my eyes and look around, everyone has something. Being kind is worth it. We don’t do it for ourselves but it does come back, doesn’t it? Met a nice lady this week in a tight spot. Somehow she turned things around and helped me instead. I’m grateful.
  • Writing like mad and cleaning out closets. I held onto several things I have not touched in 10 years. That’s a good clue where to start on spring cleaning.

Have a good week- Thanks for reading-

 

Monday Random: winter

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When Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and dark and bereft of hope. Yet we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life. But standing here among the people of Punxsutawney and basking in the warmth of their hearths and hearts, I couldn’t imagine a better fate than a long and lustrous winter.

-Phil, Groundhog Day

  • One of my grown children has announced she might never return or at least live full-time again with four intense seasons like Chicago has. I think she meant winter.
  • It is clear that one’s tolerance or intolerance of winter is directly related to age of the car and ability to pay for good tires and repairs.
  • My body is confused about how to feel with yet another bout of warm weather in February. There is this ominous- how far is this climate change going to go- vs. hot damn it’s 65F, let’s go play!
  • Once a year I experience a walk through the first big snow. Can be very romantic – palpable -the crisp, clean feeling- the snow in my hair. Not being a ski-er or skater it loses it’s charm once I am driving.
  • If given the chance to move on,  would I leave four seasons for year-’round warm weather? I’m not  sure. I think winter makes spring that much sweeter.

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