Odds and Ends and The Music Dwellers

Just so happened today was one of "those" days...I broke a cup and a bowl while hastily trying to clean up the kitchen before the arrival of our cleaning lady. I had to get my sewing machine fixed so that I could do free motion quilting. 

What! No Gold Socks??? But there is Pasta

I was absorbed in making tomato sauce, chopping veggies for grilling.
It happens to be that time of the year, when veggies and fruits are local, fresh and plentiful. I dutifully buy loads of fresh carrots, beets, potatoes, tomatoes, beans, zucchini and spinach from the farmer's market every week.

Too much Basil? Get cooking....

Yesterday was garlic and today happens to be basil. I shared my musings on garlic with my friends and they had their own very interesting ones! One friend had had the pleasure of savoring "Garlic lollipops" while another had a friend, who enjoyed imbibing raw garlic on a regular basis. Yet another friend, an avid gardener was wondering about growing garlic, then basil came into the picture. 

Oh! My Garlic!

Oh my Garlic!


“I like to mince my garlic!”, says one  “I like to slice my garlic!”, says the other ” I like to chop my garlic! “ says yet another, “I like to pound my garlic with a mortar and pestle!”and “I like to roast my garlic (only about 40 cloves – for one dish) in olive oil!”
and “I like to steam my garlic!” and “I like to boil my garlic.” Say a few others.

Writing.........

I wrote this about 25 years ago, and I still feel this way about writing..

If only writing was as easy as it sounds!!! there would be more writers like me. I would be sitting on my favorite rocking chair, rocking to and fro and penning down my thoughts, facts and fiction with considerable ease.

If only I could stretch my imagination a little more and fantasize just a little more  then my stories would be just a little more colorful.

So many times I have tried to write fiction and it has always been disappointing. I once started to write a play with three characters, a king, a courtier and a widow. It was about the trial of a poor, sad, aristocratic widow who had been accused of murdering her husband by hacking him with his very own favorite, blunt axe. It was supposed to be a tragedy and it ended up being a twisted piece of dark humor, as the courtier started empathizing with the poor widow's new found loneliness, their conversation quickly turned from dramatic to romantic, much to the chagrin of the king, who ended up feeling ignored. Out of sheer boredom and a feeling of being slighted by his impudent subject, the King pronounced the widow "guilty." The courtier flew into a rage and hurriedly stabbed the king with his very own sword before eloping with the tragic widow.

Oh! well if only writing was as easy as it sounds!!!!!