i worship good food.

#1. hamilton family cook out tomorrow so i made the best ever kale salad katie shared with me earlier this summer. and now i am passing along the love.

make this salad the day or several hours before you want to eat because it needs to soak up the yumminess of the marinade.

freshy fresh kale.
wash. de-stem and tear into smaller, bite size pieces. katie says she rubs the kale with salt to aid in the wilting process but you only need to do that if you don't have a lot of time before you want to eat it. if you make it the day before the marinade makes the kale wilt so i usually just put the kale in a bowl and sprinkle with salt and let it sit while i make the marinade.

marinade.
**olive oil of the virgin persuasion
**red wine vinegar. i use a pomegranate red wine variety that is good and has extra anti-oxidants. but any would do. i've never used balsamic but i think it would be good too.
**shallots or red onion sliced thinly
** garlic
**pepper
**tamari
**maple syrup
**mustard or mustard powder
**ginger, fresh or ginger powder
put all ingrediants in a jar or whatever and shake.

pour over kale. put in the fridge. let infuse. eat it up later. its amazing. and good for you.

#2. in celebration of miles' visit this past weekend i made his mom's linguine feta yumminess.i've been making this recipe for over 8 years and it never, ever gets old. the only thing i ever change is the variety of beans. this is probably the easiest thing ever to make. and it tastes like heaven in your mouth.

make linguine.
strain and set aside.

while thats doing its thing do this in a wok:
saute a white onion in olive oil and tamari until translucent.
add garlic.
add beans. these work best: navy/cannelini beans; chick peas/garbanzo beans
add chopped tomatoes. any kind of tomato will do.
season with pepper.
add linguine
saute briefly until warm.
add feta cheese. melt a little.
serve immediately.
you don't even know how good this is.

check out what my friend porter has been up to

"swimming cities of switchback sea"
be sure to look at the multimedia section to see the photos....

dogs do lick toads to get high.

my dog is a junkie. frothing frodo.

word. roots. i find this interesting.

the word care comes from the latin word caru which means "sorrow, anxiety, grief," and that to care is to lament. as cameron would say... isn't that weird? but think about it. really think about what it means to care. about someone, a cause, an ideal, anything.

ric is sick.............

this is awesomeness is my oldschool friend's arm. check it out. its crazycool.

by dingwell. portland.me

and some info

read here if you have concerns about bob.

the death of bob.

i happen to live in an apartment connected to the house that my parents bought when my mum was just 18. when the parents divorced bruce stayed and my mum left. my childhood sandbox has always been out front. i noticed this morning however that the sandbox is gone. the sand is still there but the box around it is gone. sad. this brought back a flood of memories, including bob. bob was my imaginary friend. i really, truly loved bob. we did a lot together. we spent lots of time in that sandbox chatting it up. my sister hated bob. i worshipped my sister. she also hated me at the time but i think that she hated the fact that i had something she didnt have and couldn't even see for that matter. when she would happen upon me having a grand old time with bob she would get...agitated. she would insist that he wasn't real. i was not convinced. i could see him. there he was with his red shirt on and sandy fingers. there was the castle we were builing together, the shovel at his feet. the juice can used a mold in my hand. or, yeah, that's him, swinging on the swing next to me, swinging his chunky little legs and pumping away to try to get higher than me (yeah right). i would sing and he would sing too. micheal row your boat. rhiannon. good day sunshine. and then the sister. telling me i was nuts for having a fake friend that was a boy no less. i never listened. she would yell at him to leave but she never seemed to yell directly at him because she never knew where he was. until one day. bob and i were kicking it in sandbox, letting the cool sand trickle over our legs and through our fingers talking about this and that. then the sister came home and was immediately all over bob and me in the sandbox. she stormed up to us and demanded to know exacty where bob was. um. hello. he's right next to me. the sandbox~ not very big. the sister picks up a bucket. fills it with sand and dumps it right on bobs head. i freaked. what was that for? you got sand in his eyes! his mouth! and the sister laughed and said bob's dead sarah. and walked away. and poof. bob was gone. and he never came back. the power of the sister, the giver of light, the taker of life.

giant slugs live outside my door.

leopard slug. gross.

the deobrah lee. the jenny. the rahlee

stephen's pirate father, danny (poopie to his grandkids) recently returned from a boat off of alaska. he was home for 2 days and then disappeared to gloucester. then he returned with this 80ft dragger. how he manages these things is a mystery. carly and i have decided that he needs to change the name of the boat from the deborah lee to just the rahlee. combo of sarah and carly. we took a tour today. its in rough, rough shape and needs a good scouring. then its going to be a party boat. think... late october birthday party for me and car. slash haunted boat. mark with be in the fish holds in his box. much scarier then the last haunted house, but i'm still going to be a pirate.

just a little light reading this evening...

i found my pocket Constitution and thought i'd read it since it had been some time. my favorite. the 19th amendment. 88 years of voting for women. we are sooooo lucky that those men finally decided we were smart enought to vote. fucking smuchs. ratified 08/18/1920

"The right of citizens of the United States to vote shall not be denied or abridged by the United States or by any State on account of sex.
Congress shall have power to enforce this article by appropriate legislation"

why put off until monday when you can do it today.

we decided to go for the yellow buoy today. why wait we thought. we are easily amused on the predator.

japanese proverb

vision without action is a daydream. action without vision is a nightmare.

baby lobsters are soooo cute.

alex saved this baby to show me cause he knew i'd love it. i found one this small once before. they are very cute when they are very small.

ah. monday.

we spotted a yellow buoy today so we'll shoot for that one next week. i'm thinking... christmas cards for all the lobstermen... they'll be missing me by then. it's a stop light theme, or rasta colors... red gold and green. i'm going to give the trio to my mumz. she'll be so proud of me, 2 degrees and on my way to my masters and i love to hang out on buoys. this one had an interesting nest on top. the lobster boats that were near by must of thought we were crazy. stephen and i were laughing pretty hard. i was crying and trying not to fall off. it was really special.

because i love a challenge

tomorrow is katie's shower and late last night i decided it would be a great idea to make lobster bisque. and i've never made a lobster bisque before in my life. obviously this was the perfect time to experiment with seafood for 20 or so people. my experience at earthfoods, a collectively run vegetarian restaurant really helped. we made soup to feed 500 people daily so the big portions where familiar.i think its going to be delish. it took forever. cooking and picking out all those lobsters was tedious. it smells perrrrfect. this is a non-traditional bisque (extra goodies) while leaving all the traditional ingredients in that makes bisque so f---ing yum... you know, the truckload of butter and milk truck of half and half.
try this out:
saute:
butter
onion
garlic
celery
carrots
mushrooms
pepper
cayenne pepper
tamari
use locally grown and organic if you can because its good to support your local farmers.

when veggies are tender add veggie stock. simmer for a bit.
let cool a little then blend in blender with some lobster meat.
put mixture back in pot.
add half and half
lots of lobster
dry white cooking wine.
roast corn.
add corn.
simmer.
and eat.

i'm letting this bad boy sit until tomorrow, always better the next day. next is homemade croutons out of bagettes i had shipped over from standard baking co. i love to cook. for other people.

art good, war, not so good.

where there is love there is life~ mohandas k. gandhi

planning this wedding shower for katie has got me thinking about love. katie and dom have a great kind of love, the love that gives one hope and makes you see that you don't have to be swallowed and consumed by all relationships. its cool to love, be loved and in love and still maintain individuality. but love. love. love. this is what i am thinking about love today. why is our language so limited when it comes to love. we have one word for love, love. there is one word to describe my love for asparagus, my love for my nephews, my love for the smell of the ocean, my love of waking in the arms of someone i love, my love for great music.art.goat cheese, and my love for a nice glass of prosecco. i love all of these things and more. i love my mumz and my family and my friends and my island, and coffee and meeting new and interesting people that make me laugh. i love being at the wheel of the predator steaming back from portland. i love making people laugh and acting silly. i love having deep angry heated political debates and night walks on the beach. i love fireflys and nelson mandela. i love hugs and making people feel good and telling the truth and standing up for what i believe and i love being strong and opinionated and i love my grandmother. so here are a bunch of things i love and there is only one word to describe that love. other peoples have many words~ up to 32 in one language for love (i learned this in a book). but we are limited in english with this one measly word that means so much and sometimes it means not a lot at all to some people. i love fresh laundry and making love... i love. love. love. some people get freaked out when you say love. those people need to relax. i tell my peeps i love them all the time. it's nice to be loved, to love, to feel the love.

the bees knees

it was the oldest sound there was. souls flying away.

the secret lives of bees

there is a book i love. the secret lives of bees. i think i have read this book at least 13 times. maybe 27, i cannot keep track. once i read it twice in 2 weeks when on a road trip from here to arkansas. every time it's a new story, beautiful, delicious and heart wrenching. i'm reading it again right now because i recently heard they are making a movie to be released in october (best month ever). Queen Latifah, Alicia Keys, Jennifer Hudson and Dakota Fanning. a great cast. every page of this book contains pure gems. sentences contructed with mastery. mastery of language, emotion, description. sue monk kidd kills it in this book. her second book sucked but this is pure mastery.(i like this word today) this story is golden. every time i read it i take something different from it, different sentences rock my world. i am halfway through on this reading and i am loving these sentences now:
"i realized it for the first time in my life: there is nothing but pure mystery in the world, how it hides behind the fabric of our poor browbeat days, shining brightly, and we don't even know it"
and...
"the hardest thing on earth is choosing what matters"

and this is true.

bad sarah

this is what stephen does when i get mouthy. happy monday.

i covet this truck

i have been stalking this truck around the island for a couple of weeks now and finally had my camera and was able to sniper these pictures. i love this truck. i would do almost a lot for this truck.

p.t. wrecker in the house

my friend porter is coming to visit. he's a writer, lives in brooklyn and does cool things like skis in chile and is now sailing a little old sail boat up the coast of maine and writing a book about it. he's coming to my rock tomorrow! it's been 4 years or so since i've seen him so i'm looking forward to seeing him. i'm thinking i'll get a chapter, or at least a paragraph. i am very funny. and amusing.

just need to post this picture. today was nasty out there on the float. ps. i'm related to all 3 men in the picture. sad but true.

i love that other people still go to hippie festivals

because i can send my stuff and someone else will sell it. dom and friends are going somewhere this weekend where hippies gather for music and drugs and stuff. i made 10 pairs of earrings and some bracelets and he will peddle my goods for me. which is great because i just like to make it, not sell it. i'm thinking i'll save the money i make for my birthday tattoo that i am dreaming of (scorpion cover-up that is going to be awesommmme when matt tattoos me) or this fancy tool i drool over in my jewelry catalogue.

little copper leaves

i worked in the metal shop this week for a few hours. it was nice to be back there. i always get super inspired when i get to work there and have mini panic attacks about whether grad school is what i should be focusing on right now. i wonder if i should focus on creating and writing and not thinking of those things as hobbies but as my work work. i worked on brass maple leaves in 2 different sizes. i cut and detailed probably 50-60 of each size. i love the hydraulic press.

aaron and claudia

i have been thinking a lot about aaron and claudia lately. these are jasen's kids who i haven't seen for almost 2 years. i miss them so much. i think about what they are doing and who they will become. aaron will be a freshman in high school and claudia will be in middle school. i can't believe it. i miss day to day life with them. little league games and making pancakes for breakfast. i miss claudia climbing into bed with me wanting to hear a story and walking frodo and eddie around the neighborhood wondering what kind of super powers they would have if they were superhero dogs. i miss aaron asking me for advice about girls and playing video games with him and his friends on sleepover nights. i was the first person he told after his first kiss on his birthday, just 4 days before the accident. i thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest when he told me his news.
leaving them behind was difficult. i know that i put up with jasen's shit because i thought that aaron and claudia needed me. now i know that it was me who needed them. loving and knowing aaron and claudia brought the best of me out. i hope that wherever they are that they can sometimes feel me loving them, because i do, fiercely and simply.

i snipered this from someone else. thanks mw. this is freaking great.

caged bird

a free bird leaps
on the back of the wind
and floats downstream
till the current ends
and dips his wing
in the orange sun rays
and dares to claim the sky.

but a bird that stalks
down his narrow cage
can seldom see through
his bars of rage
his wings are clipped and
his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

the caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom.

the free bird thinks of another breeze
and the trade winds soft through the sighing trees
and the fat worms waiting in a dawn-bright lawn
and he names the sky his own.

but a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams
his shadow shouts on a nightmare scream
his wings are clipped and his feet are tied
so he opens his throat to sing.

the caged bird sings
with a fearful trill
of things unknown
but longed for still
and his tune is heard
on the distant hill
for the caged bird
sings of freedom

~maya angelou

sew sarah, sew

between dinner with friends, walking with dogs, doing the lobster thing and laundry i finally found a couple of hours to sew tonight. i worked on a series of felt and cork coasters for the niblic, my sisters store here on the island. i have done 8 so far but hope to get in another color before the day in the sun and handling 70+ crates of lobsters today (a crate weighs 90lbs) and 38 barrels of bait kicks my ass and forces me to bed. i love these little 4x4 felt canvases. i like the 2 colors and the way the machine guides me. as my hands guide the fabric through the teeth and needle of the machine it seems to have a will of its own. kind of like ouija boards. did we really make it go or was it the energy and belief it was moving on its own that guided its path? each coaster shows a different crazy path. some frenetic, others circular and flowing. next will be the napkins. and then curtains for katie's shower gift. (and oh, yeah, justin's basketful of pants i'm contructing back together. i love trading skills)

white sugar. bad bad bad

when i was vegan a long time ago i didn't eat anything made with white, refined sugar. i spent a lot of time in the grocery store reading the labels of everything. there is sugar in a lot of stuff. i also went on a crazy crusade trying to make vegan desserts taste as good as the dairy, refined sugar kind. then i fell of my vegan trip (2 and 1/2 years without cheese. brutal) then i fell off my vegetarian trip (after 10 years i found myself dreaming of bacon. even while i was awake. i had bacon on the brain.) for awhile it was like i never had ideals when it came to food. i just shoved sustenance down my throat. i searched portland for the best cheeseburger (blue spoon. yum) when i was in atlanta shit went way down. i ate southern food like i had never eaten before. in the past 6 months however i have been trying to cut white sugar out again, slowly. i started with coffee. i love coffee. i live for coffee. i love making coffee in the best ever french press. i love coffee with cream and sugar. i have been using organic sweet agave nectar to sweeten my coffee. it's more expensive then sugar but i love it. it makes my coffee taste earthier and more dank. and, as i am slowly cutting out sugar i can feel the difference. sugar is as addicting as cigarettes, booze and drugs for some people. my sister has issues with sugar and she has these crazy sugar binges and it has affected her life since high school. which was forever ago for her :) it's a challenge but i urge you all to try for one week not to eat anything with refined sugar. eat fruit. sweeten with agave nectar or some thing like... use unrefined sugar. eat more fruit. soda? bad! water? good.