The "Brave New World" is emerging slowing by little bit in a most fabulous way. I heard recently a distinction between bravery and courage. Probably provided by The Book of Joy. I don't remember the details right at the moment. Maybe it will come by the end of this session or I'll change the title and ditch the idea of it completely for now.
The way to figure out the world is and can only be moment by moment, right? You can spin grand ideas in thought in your head but until it hits the pavement that good old reality check in the moment it's not viable. So I'm spinning plans about how I might like to eat in the future. I've had no problem fasting these last three days. Realizing that truly food is largely optional in my current body form. I may choose to eat only fruits and veggies in season. They do have a farmer's market here year round. It may be sparse in the winter but I don't have to be concerned with that for several months yet. I'm free to indulge in the present summer season!
I do love to prepare food and cook so that would be good... Will this become a recipe blog for awhile? Sure, why not?! I can do whatever I want! It IS my blog =)
Pickled beets... the last of the beets but they were there at the farmer's market. I also found kohlrabi... spelled like Kohl Elementary School in Broomfield, CO where I attended K and 1st grades. I found a recipe for Kohlrabi and Cauliflower mash... courtesy of The Lemon Bowl
I'll let you know how it goes
Roasted Beets:Preheat oven to 400 degrees F.
In a large bowl toss all of the ingredients. Place into a foil pouch and roast in the oven for 40 minutes.
Recipe courtesy of Alton Brown
I decided back in November 2015 to make my poetry available and journal online. I'm not exactly sure what "blogging" means but I am quite sure this is an online journal. Feel free to read on with an aire of open minded curiosity. At no time do I intend to offend, judge or pretend to know anything really, I'm just an observer and explorer, as we all are. Feel free to "boldly go" through my observations and perhaps it will spark or inspire. Comments are off because I don't want to be worried about political correctness when I'm writing. I'm not thinking about "you." I'm just writing because it feels "right". Feel free to enjoy or surf on.
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