We’re just coming out of summer…floating up through the thick moist august air into the cool days of autumn, and I feel as though I’ve got the bends! I’m forgetful and moody and I’m having a hell of a time concentrating on anything. The boys are back in school, and my list of things I’ll get to it as soon as the boys are back in school is languishing in some pile of other things I’ve misplaced and forgotten all about. As the mornings and evenings draw in dark and chilly, I feel as though I’ve started casting out my silky and yet freakishly strong threads, and I’m winding them around everyone I love, pulling them home, where I’ll feed them warm food and keep them safe. I feel a bit like Clio, actually! Walking Isaac to school and meeting the boys at the end of the day are the highlights of my life at the moment, and everything in between is a confused blur. I’ll get back into a pattern, eventually, there’s so much I want to do. But for now, I’ll enjoy walking Isaac to school as a sort of meditation, a facet of my training as a student of Isaacstentialism. In my dazey half-awake state, I’ll put my hand out without looking, and know that his will be right there to take it in less than a moment. I’ll half listen as he talks and talks and says the sweetest things, and I’ll think about them for the rest of the day. Today he said that when he grows up he’s going to have a big field in his back yard, with grass in it that’s taller than his children, and they’ll play hide and seek in the grass, and Malcolm’s children will come over too, so all four of them (?!?!) will be there. And there will be a sort of maze in the grass, but a path through it, too, so they can all find their way home safely. And Isaac will have a porch above the grass so that he can see where his children are running, and he and Malcolm will sit on the porch and talk while their children play in the long green reeds below. Yeah. Next week everything will be clear and organized and I’ll get to work. This week, I’ll imagine myself like a child, running through long grass taller than me, all the world a beautiful shifting confusion of green, with a path to carry me safely home. “When a body catch a body coming through the rye…”
Leftover corn-on-the-cob is fun! Who knew!! This time I combined it with avocado, cherry tomatoes, french feta (but you could use regular feta or any crumbly cheese you like), fresh basil, fresh cilantro, pine nuts and lime juice. Fresh, sweet, salty, tart. Very nice indeed. I didn’t add any oil as a dressing, because I think the avocado serves that purpose. And the cherry tomatoes from the farm have been sweet as candy, so between those and the corn, I didn’t feel I needed to balance the lime juice with any extra sweetness, but you could always add a drizzle of honey. You could also add roasted garlic, hot sauce, or any other thing you like.
Here’s Whispering Grass by The Ink Spots.
2 ears cooked corn, or about 1 cup corn kernels
1 small hot pepper, de-veined, de-seeded and minced quite fine
1 avocado, trimmed and diced
1 heaping cup cherry tomatoes of different sizes and colors, halved
1/2 cup french feta (or any crumbly cheese)
1/3 cup pine nuts, lightly toasted
small handful fresh basil, cleaned and chopped
small handful fresh cilantro, cleaned and chopped
juice of one lime
drizzle of honey (optional)
salt and plenty of freshly ground pepper
Cut the ears from the corn with a large knife. Don’t worry about them becoming individual kernels, little rafts of corn are nice. Add all of the other ingredients and mix gently. If your tomatoes are very tart, add a drizzle of honey. Season well with salt and pepper, and serve.
Isaacstentialism! Isaac’s vision might just come true. It will, if grown-up Isaac holds tight to his Little Kid Dreams. In the meantime, tell him to come visit Yan Jing’s Meadow where he may find some Praying Mantis and a turtle, the one I saw the other day. The turtle I believe might be the one Malcolm and David rescued from the road and brought here several Christmasses ago. Or several Boxing Days ago, that is.
Oh, I’d love to believe the turtle is still there!! We had a toad in our yard for a while with a wounded foot, we called him Napolean Artaud. I haven’t seen him in years, though, and I miss him!!
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