Corn, avocado, french feta and cherry tomato salad

corn-and-avocado-saladWe’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.

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Broccoli rabe with corn, tomatoes, basil, and mozzarella

Broccoli rabe with corn, tomatoes, basil and mozzarella

Broccoli rabe with corn, tomatoes, basil and mozzarella

Here’s my wish for labor day! I hope that everybody finds the work they need to do. I hope that everybody finds work that fulfills them creatively and keeps them lively and alive, and is financially rewarding enough that they have food to eat and a roof over their heads, that everybody is comfortable. I hope that everybody finds work that feels important, for themselves and the people and the world around them. I hope that everybody finds work that keeps them guessing from day-to-day, or that becomes pleasant as a routine–that they take some joy in rolling that boulder up the hill, in doing a good job. I hope we can all come together to help with the jobs that nobody wants to do, but which have to get done, that we can share them equally, and even find the value in them. I wish that the daily work of getting up and getting along and carrying on is light and bright and gratifying. And now I have to get to work, so I’ll quote Camus again, “Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night-filled mountain, in itself, forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man’s heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy.” And I’ll post a link to today’s Sunday interactive playlist. It is, of course, about work! I posted a list last year, but it wasn’t interactive, so this year I invite all of my friends to add to it, or leave a comment with the song of your choice, and I’ll try to remember to add it myself.

Broccoli rabe, corn, basil, tomatoes and mozzarella

Broccoli rabe, corn, basil, tomatoes and mozzarella

I love broccoli rabe, but I always felt selfish making it, because I didn’t think anybody else in my family did. Imagine my surprise to find that they like it prepared this way!! We had some leftover corn on the cob, so I sliced off the kernels and combined them in a kind of quick fresh flavorful tomato-olive oil sauce. I combined this and the warm tender broccoli rabe with fresh broccoli and small pieces of mozzarella, which melted under the heat of the greens and tomatoes.

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