BBQ Saturday…

I’m going to a big BBQ this afternoon. It’s in honor of the 35th anniversary of The Millerton Pathfinders Group, one of the local AA clubs. Imagine that, 35 years of holding meetings and helping people try to get sober? Amazing. I was only 5 years old when they first began. There are supposed to be quite a lot of people coming, and a live band. I heard the number ’75’ being batted around, so that’s a big BBQ. I’m bringing an Asian broccoli salad that I made yesterday. It came out OK. It has julienned carrots, red peppers, and the yellow part of summer squash, julienned as well. The dressing is made of fresh ginger, garlic, rice wine vinegar, soy sauce, sesame oil, sweet chile-garlic sauce, and canola oil. I pureed that all in the blender and added a little water for consistency and some salt at the end. I cut up all the broccoli into florettes and blanched them off in boiling water, then shocked them in ice water to stop them from cooking. Then I mixed the whole shebang together and left it in the fridge overnight. I just checked it out and the veggies are still crunchy. All I need to do is pick a whole lot of basil, chiffonade the leaves (cut in thin strips), and mix that in as well. I’ll do that last minute. It should be a nice alternative to the potato/macaroni/ jello salad fare that seems to dominate the buffet at these kinds of gigs.

My mother is doing much better today. Her grief was considerably less this morning and she seems to be able to speak about inviting another cat into our lives. We talked about how all pets are special and that none of them can ever be replaced. She also agreed that Miss Kitty would want us to have another cat in our lives. You can imagine the sigh of relief at these motions towards healing. When I brought up the practical side of the issue (mice) she said “Oh yes, they’ll be moving in the house in a couple of months.”. So true. This place will be overrun with the little squeakers if we don’t do something soon. I predict that all will be well in 2 weeks and we will once again be charmed and comforted by the antics of another feline companion.

On the subject of time, where is the summer going? Soon the leaves will turn and the morning air will turn crisp. The earth will begin its tilt and the light will have that particular shade of gold that can only mean fall. I once believed that I wanted to live in a climate where it was always 80* and sunny. However, through trial and error, I have discovered that I am a temperate person and need a temperate climate. 4 seasons suit me just fine. Each season seems to eventually become tiresome, as familiarity breeds contempt. But just when you think you can’t stand it anymore, here comes the change to whatever is next. For me, fall is a lovely time of year. The fall harvest is one of my favorites, and the smell in the air puts a twinkle in my eye. It is still summer, however, and I will take it. Hazy, hot, and humid, with promises of tomatoes, peppers, zucchini, and all the summer garden stuff. These are the ‘salad days’, literally. Moving slowly and enjoying the heat, storing up energy like lizards, keeping memories of sunny afternoons like stores of nuts in a tree–this is the stuff that gets me through the winter, which we all know is just around the corner.

Time to pick that basil…


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Johnnyboy is a queer recovering alcoholic. For the moment he is also the primary caregiver for his mother, who suffers from age-related cognitive impairment. She is happy as a lark and is surrounded by a crew of sober women which gives him the freedom he needs to get out of town. When he is not at home in Somewheresville, he is searching out the proper path to travel for happiness and joy. He is a photographer who believes in the digital age, but feels that film is still where its at. He has a darkroom and works in it. He is single and is in remarkably great physical condition for all the damage he has submitted his body to. His cardiologist is very happy. Johnnyboy is over the age of 35.

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