- four red potatoes
- two leeks
- two tomatoes
- two yellow squash
- a bunch of basil
- some sort of melon
I'll be taking these north to Flagstaff tomorrow so Evan and I can make a supper out of them.
I awoke with the first clap of thunder. The monsoon has started in Tucson and the hot, humid summer will progress. My house, even with the little window-mounted AC unit, is so hot that I sweat at my desk.
Luckily, I am off to Flagstaff for the holiday weekend. I wonder what trouble Evan and I can get into?
We got up early and I made pesto-ricotta scrambled eggs before we ran over to Trader Joe to buy mango chutney.
We then drove southeast to Cobban and Ray's house. They have been having perilous times with the wildfire threatening their home.
Ray and Cobban's house survived intact. Ray came back from his radical homosexual agenda activities (collecting food for homeless people) and made us pasta salad.
We hung out in the pool and talked and planned a future visit which will involve music being made. It was a lovely afternoon with good friends.
Evan and Homer.
I used Martha Stewart's yellow cake recipe, substituting about 3/4 pineapple juice for milk. Evan spread the mango chutney between the pineapples slices in the two pans while I cooked down a stick up butter, brown sugar, and pineapple juice until it was syrupy. I then poured that over the pineapple slices before pouring the cake mixture on top.
Delicious and pretty (and fattening).
We then drove southeast to Cobban and Ray's house. They have been having perilous times with the wildfire threatening their home.
This was on the highway west of Sierra Vista.
We turned the corner to go down the road to their house and saw this fence, melted in many places into weird spaghetti shapes.
This was one of the better preserved sections.
Ray and Cobban's house survived intact. Ray came back from his radical homosexual agenda activities (collecting food for homeless people) and made us pasta salad.
Ray is a great cook.
We hung out in the pool and talked and planned a future visit which will involve music being made. It was a lovely afternoon with good friends.
Cobban and Evan.
Before dinner we walked down to the Mercado to attend the San Juan Day celebration, marking the start of the monsoon season. Evan wore the new shirt I got for him. I had a tamarindo drink and he a mango one.
New shirt.
It was 108 and the sweat evaporated instantly. Soon a small group appeared, carrying the San Juan statue.
San Juan.
The ceremony is supposed to help start the summer rains here in Tucson.
We wandered home and for supper I sauteed summer and Mexican squash with red and white onions, warming flour tortillas with cream cheese on them. In a separate pan Evan stirred garlic, black beans, and some of Mark and Rodger's tomatillo salsa.
As we ate (oh it was delicious!), we listened to the New York Senate pass the same sex marriage bill. It was a magical moment and I will never forget that meal. Congratulations New York!
It has been an interesting last couple of weeks- waiting to hear whether gay and lesbian Americans will be allowed to get married in New York. I find the very fact that we have to rely on straight people to decide whether we can marry to be really, really disgusting. I've never gotten to vote on whether straight people should be allowed to marry. In my own immediate family (grandparents on down) there have been 26 marriages and 12 divorces (46 percent). Of course one uncle was married five times. Sanctity!
The reasons the anti-gay folks come up with are constantly changing. One moment we shouldn't be allowed to marry is because we are promiscuous, disease-filled perverts and the next it is because it will someone destroy straight marriages because we might actually be better at it. Then it was because of those darling children, who shouldn't ever have to face reality that someones two women can be in love or that two men might be little Emily's daddies. Then it was because only a man and a woman can fuck to make babies. That one was extra special.
But really it is all about religion- there aren't a lot of atheists blathering about this topic. Now religion is a choice- you are dragged to church as a child and your head filled with whatever bullshit that particular church patriarchy spouts off before passing the collection plate. Or you have some crisis event and turn to a church because life is a lot easier if you don't have to take responsibility for your own actions.
And now, because you choose to believe in Bullshit A or Bullshit B, gays and lesbians shouldn't be allowed to marry. Unless you believe in Bullshit C which allows them to marry just to be contrary and which may cause Hasidic Jews to spit on you.
But anyways, it looks like the New York Senate will actually pass the bill. If the make believe Christian deity is so all-powerful, how can this happen? lol
New clothes. Everything is 1985 again. The same plaid shirts and shorts.
Red plaid.
The difference is that the clothes I bought at Old Navy were less expensive than the clothes back in 1985. I don't know how they can sell stuff so cheap. I would hate to see the factories these clothes are made in. One distant goal is to learn how to sew my own shirts.
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