Molly Goatwax

In the dark

I hope it rains again, but not like last night. Half the tree in front of our house is now in the neighbors' yard. We still don't have power in the house.

Summer time art

More visions of barbeque.

More healing

I don't need your serenity fountain anymore, butthead. I no longer work in your office. The motor was too loud anyway.

Some one's breakfast

Awakened by the aroma of beef broiling in a garlicky sauce at 4:30am, I wondered whether sleeping with the windows open was the best choice.

Exterior valves

Nice!

The farm, this evening.

We have about eighty plants this year and a smoker, two grills on the parking lot.

Heat wave

Watered the peppers, hiding in the AC.

Ugh

Monday, ice balls. Today, heat advisory.

Soak

About ten pounds of chicken parts are reposing in a jerk paste/beer slurry for the smoker. Tomorrow's Fathers' Day menu will also include coconut rice with pigeon peas. I'm thinking about grilling a lot of veg, too, on a smaller Weber. Or, Maybe. It's the first grill of the season. A few fruits are evident in the pots but none are ready. This year the crop will yield a variety of what I hope will be large, mildly spicy peppers good for the grill or roasting; Nu-Mex Joe Parker, Chile Verde, Cubanalles and for the first time I am trying Jelepeno. I have a fruiting plant for Ancho pepper again but my past experience has been it's very thirsty with low yeild. It's early days yet for the farm and with eighty plants we will have too many peppers no matter what!

Triggers

From my office windows I see a garden through the tree branches. Quite a few people use the walks and benches and every so often the six tot stroller gets wheeled around by a day care worker struggling with the weight. Yesterday I saw a rather Rubenesque young woman spilling from a pale yellow halter stroll by with a cigarette. I immediately felt a craving, not for nicotine, but for cheese fries.