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Mud Island Water Park

7 Jul

with Patricio, navigating the life sized replica of the Mississippi River watershed.


 

I Just Went Through Every Bowl I Own

18 Jun

It’s Saturday.  What have I been up to?  To keep up with the abundance that summer’s bounty offers, I have been cooking.  Jam and I started the day at the farmer’s market and then headed to the Arcade for a diner style breakfast. Since, I have been cooking up a storm in preparation for both the week and the Levitt Shell concert tonight (one of my favorite things about Memphis).  Today, I made the following:

Potato Salad

Risotto Rice Pudding

Homemade Granola

Mint Tea

– Cucumber Sandwiches with Dill Cream Cheese

– Lime, Honey, Buttermilk Dressing with Green Onions and Basil

Honey Yogurt Blueberry Popsicles

What’s Cookin’?

12 Jun

Farms (and some folks’ gardens!) are starting to pop with produce.  These days, my nothing-to-do weekends typically turn in to culinary creations that try and take advantage of whatever has sprouted that week.  This weekend I made the following.  They were all simple, made mostly with things I had at home since I don’t love filling my weekends with trips to the grocery.

Saturday Dinner

– Herb and Parmesan Ravioli from the market tossed with butter from fridge, basil from garden, and parmesan from the fridge.

– Side of Foccacia from the market.

– Salad with lettuce from my garden tossed with a dressing made of olive oil, honey, red wine vinager, mustard, yogurt, garlic, salt and pepper (all from fridge or pantry).

Sunday Lunch

– BLT made with bacon from the market, lettuce from my garden, basil from my garden, and tomatoes from the market on Foccacia from the market.

– Mint Tea made with Lipton Tea from cabinet and mint from my garden.

– Plum Ice Cream made with plums from the market.

Summer Bounty

6 Jun

I can’t keep up with the lettuce.  I keep picking and it keeps growing.

 

 

The Greatest

1 May

No matter how long I stay in Memphis, I think I’ll never get used to these storms.  Relentless.

Once I wanted to be the greatest
No wind or waterfall could stall me
And then came the rush of the flood
The stars at night turned deep to dust

– Cat Power

All Ears on Desk: Beale Street Music Festival

30 Apr

Memphis in May – Beale Street Music Festival.  Dodging tornadoes and floods to hear Manchester Orchestra, Cage the Elephant, MGMT, The New Pornographers, Jerry Lee Lewis, Mumford and Sons (pictured), Lucinda Williams, Ludacris, Amos Lee, The Avett Brothers, and Wilco.

Oh, Mama. Can this really be the end? To be stuck inside of Mobile with the Memphis Blues again.

11 Apr

  

The Million Dollar Quartet

9 Apr

  

If I had an orchard..

7 Apr

If I had an orchard,

I’d work til I’m raw.

If I had an orchard,

I’d work til I’m sore.

– Fleet Foxes

Dear Jam

3 Apr

Dear Jam,

I have become a little anchorless since you left yesterday.  Upon returning home, I wasn’t sure what to do with myself, so after making my frittata (with my window mint), I took “A Year in Provence” and my crazy creek down to Tom Lee Park to enjoy the beautiful weather.  When I got down there, I was greeted by one of the biggest barges I have seen yet on the Mississippi and more kite flyers than than I have ever seen all in one place.  The wind was incredibly strong.  I immediately saw two kites snap off their string and glide into the Mississippi River.  It felt a bit like that strong wind spell we had at the beach last summer.

I plopped down and began reading about Peter Mayle’s attempts to renovate his provencial home.  Dreams of our upcoming trip, teamed with dreams of Provence, teamed with dreams of renovating a country home, teamed with my recent conversation with Cindy had my mind eager with daydreams.  They were all lined up, waiting to be thought through, planned, assessed for their possibility, and nourished.  So I went about thinking through each one of them, fitting each one into a specific day in our future, while returning to hear about Mayle’s trip to the butcher or his first heavy snowfall in Provence.  As you can imagine, the steady pulsing of my thoughts was quite cathartic.  Not only was the sun shining and the wind blowing, but my spirits were lifted as I sifted through all my new ideas.  I felt like I was at the beach – typically the sole place my mind is able to wander so erratically.  But no, I was just a walk away from our waterfront property, in a park filled with an eclectic, diverse bunch of Memphians, reading a book and getting tanned, realizing that I was amidst something I had once daydreamed.

Wish you were here.