He came by early this morning. As he had done a number of times during the last two months. He settled on a branch of our gigantic yellow jacaranda (Schizolobium parahyba), called ‘El Gallinazo’ (chicken-footed: the shallow root system can look like bird feet). Well hidden as he was in the bright green shimmery fuzzy foliage […]Read more "Bowing Practice"
… In Italian ‘sugo’, plural ‘sughi’, meaning sauce or gravy, not to be confused with the Hungarian term súgó, which translates to whisperer or prompter, as in a theatre. Rather it’s a derivative of the Latin ‘sucus’, which means juice or sap. Figuratively it can mean energy, vitality or strength. Full stop. During the process of migrating to […]Read more "If All Fails, one must cook"
I went through my girlhood without the benefit of a Barbie doll. I suppose, I didn’t develop a desire for a Barbie doll, because I missed the requisite early years of Barbie indoctrination by virtue of having had the good fortune of growing up in a country still struggling to feed its citizens after losing WW II. Thus […]Read more "The Barbie Curse"
Glancing across the pool, I noticed this brown thing attached to the concrete rim. It looked like a dried up base of a palm frond and I paid it no further attention till the middle of the afternoon, when it just seemed too odd to still be there. Shooting a couple of pictures across the […]Read more "Saturniidae: Beautiful Moths-Dangerous Caterpillars"
This past Thursday turned into one of those days, when you really, really want to cuss and pound some one’s chest with your dainty fists. One of those ‘you have to be kidding’ kind of days. Thus I feel compelled to muse about human nature and other inexplicable natural phenomena, as for example, administrative rules […]Read more "Grouchy Vignette de Jour Nº6 with a Chicken Breast"
In less than one month, we will be traveling back to Texas for a while. So, as I sit here on a lazy afternoon in Atenas, Costa Rica, completely fogged in, wind gusts ruffling palm fronds, steel drum tattoos of hard rain on the roof, so loud, you can’t hear any other sounds, with the […]Read more "Cloudy Cerebrations of a Fuddled Fuddy-duddy"
There was a great selection of tomatoes at the feria this morning and for roughly 75 cents per kilo, you really can’t pass up such a bargain. Time to make another bucket of Roasted Tomato Salsa! We don’t have fancy, almost extinct, extra flavorful and aromatic heirloom species around here. Just tomatoes, lots of them. […]Read more "Roasted Tomato Salsa – again"