The Tilley Steps and the Turnip King
|The Buddha said "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment."|
Handstanding continues in the garage
safely ensconced next to a pitchfork and the lawnmower. Check it out.
4 lbs(about 2 large), halved, seeded
1/4 cup (1/2 stick)
2 cups chopped onion
1/4 teaspoon ground allspice
4 cups chicken stock or canned low-salt broth
1 cup half and half
1/4 cup chopped chives
Preheat oven to 350. Place Squash cut side down on baking sheet. Bake until soft, about 50 minutes. Scoop out squash pulp; discard squash skin.
Melt butter in heavy large skillet over medium heat. Add onions, curry, and allspice: saute until onion is tender, about 10 minutes. Transfer 1/4 of onion mixture, 1/4 squash and 1 cup of stock to blender; puree. Pour into a heavy large saucepan. Puree remaining onion mixture, squash, and stock in blender in 3 more batches. Add to saucepan. Add half and half to soup; bring to a boil, stirring occasionally. Reduce heat and simmer 10 minutes. Season with salt and pepper. ( can be made one day ahead. Cover and refrigerate.) Throw some chopped chives on top.
|Colonial Gardens installed a spigot!|
|Colonial Gardens' magic.|
|I tracked down Shoulder boy on his first day back on the road.|
|Jim, Pete, Andy, Linus, Steve, Al, and Garrett|
|Don joins the fun at Pete and Margaret's Bike Party.|
|Radish Salad from Amy's Garden|
|Carla, what is this plant? I think we bought it in Huntington.|
|Looks like I roasted eggplant, chickpeas, etc.|
|#113 Spaghetti is better on day 2.|
|#114. Avocado sandwich inspired by Brendan.|
|David signing before the show,|
|Lobby of Landmark Theater|
We continued our effort to culturize ourselves by attending
Shakespeare's Twelfth Night with Andy and Jean at the American
Theater in Phoebus. That was at the beginning of October, by the
twelfth of October we were back to eating popcorn in the last row
of The Regal Newtown Cinema watching Enough Said.
On my last night before heading north it was Richmond's
were definitely not sprayed with God cologne and there were more
expletives than cultured speak but on the bright side I will never
utter the word AWESOME again. David made us realize that was
the only word Americans could emit, dare I say just one last time,
When I got back to the Island I almost immediately broke
down, not emotionally, the car silly. Battery, starter, break pads,
routers, spark plugs, who knew? A gentleman rode up on a bike
and offered the use of his battery. Alas, Primate failed to supply
me with jumper cables. Carla was shocked!
|Carla and our hero. Check out his car battery.|