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basil bride

Hey, guess what.  Me and pesto are getting married.  Here’s me as basil bride. Amaranth towers behind me.  Blue-leaved cruciferous veg is small and will grow into delicious foods.  This is in front of the Las Vegas Catholic Worker, part of the garden. I keep stems of basil in a mason jar on the counter, […]

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dance party

Hey, I used to love dancing to this particular song by the Cure–Close to Me.  God, it got me going.  It was my favorite song for a long time, like 1994 to 2010?  I had to dance. Then I was nuts about this certain Of Montreal album, Hissing Fauna, Are You the Destroyer?  Those songs […]

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soup freedom

I used to think soup was a big deal.  I’d chop garlic and onions intensely, all psyched out.  Soup!  Serious stuff! Several servings–soup in the fridge, for days.  Where’s my bay leaves?  Put on an apron!  Open a window to let out steam! Now I’m laughing at the past me.  Life is so different.  Now, […]

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souper veg fest

Laura-Marie is my name–making soup at 3am is my game.  Veg are my darlings.  Oh delicious, the bounty of Earth. The sweet potatoes got overdone but were still pretty good.  The broth was spicy and so delicious.  I was concerned it would be too much ginger.  But ginger, garlic, pepper, salt, and the veg-ness was […]