When Dave says “I am going to make a fancy dinner tonight”, there is no doubt it will not only taste good but will look great too. He is having a lot of fun lately plating dinners.
Since the meat tonight was MahiMahi, my plate showed up with a palm tree and a beach, and the fish “beached”. Now, most restaurants would consider that out of bounds, reminding people that that delicious filet came from a dead fish, but for us, it was perfect and hilarious.
This was my Greenbean and Honeydew melon palm tree. The melon was an amazing compliment to the Mahi Mahi. That salad has a handmade fresh pomegranate dressing….
Parboiled potatoes with mushrooms and onions.. I could only eat about half of them, but they were delicious.
A better shot of the salad.
The sky view… Palm tree on the beach.. and beached fish..
“Don’t air your dirty laundry in public!” How many times have we heard that phrase? But sometimes in order to bring light to a problem, airing it out is exactly what is needed. The Clothesline Project has created a federated art installation to call attention to the problem of domestic violence , where our dirty laundry is quite literally hung out for all to see.
This past Friday, our local Family Service Association participated in the project and created an installation in the music alley downtown for all to experience.
At a time where many survivors do not feel heard or supported, this was a great public awareness moment, that even in your sleepy little town, horrid things happen behind closed doors. Sometimes, the only way to clean our dirty laundry is to let it air in the wide open sun.
I am blessed to live in a town with a lively and thriving Farmers’ Market. It is a source of healthy food, friendships, and growing businesses. Today was the last day of the regular market for the 2018 season, and already I look forward to the Winter Market later this year. Even though I am sometimes traveling or unable to make it to the market, it is my soul place- there are vendors there I have known for years and who know me as well when I show up at their booth.
I am always excited each year to see who the new vendors are, and revel in the bounty that comes out of their hard labors. I appreciate each and every one of them so much. And all the vendors never stop amazing me with their creativity and new experiments- where else could I find a brains cupcake?
After shopping today, I took out the 360 camera and shot some video bites, so you could also share in the awesomeness that is the Kokomo Farmers’ Market. Take each video for a literal spin and see what joy you can find at our Market.
This hexagonal structure is a furnace that gets rebuilt every couple of years.
It is the furnace where they melt the ingredients for Kokomo Opalescent Glass. We are incredibly lucky, here in the City of Firsts to have the oldest remaining factory in the US who still makes old fashioned Stained Glass sheet glass. They have been making art glass on this site since 1888. The glass comes in a multitude of colors/color mixes and textures that are “printed” into the glass when it is rolled into a sheet.
This glass, that starts its life as what looks like a pile of sand, and gets carried by running men in giant metal ladles to go into the rollers, has ended up in many cathedrals around the world.
The results of combining up to 5 colors of glass at a time and a multitude of textures is a series of rooms of gorgeous sheet glass- each one slightly unique in all the world.
In addition to being shipped globally to repair old stained glass ( a series of batches went out to Japan this summer to assist with repair stained glass in cathedrals damaged in their recent catastrophes), this glass also ends up in new art, like that made locally by Little Town Glass and OgreWorkshop. Look Carefully at glass in the top cog- what do you see that was created by the mixing of the glass?
The KOG factory does tours all week. The day we were there, there were stained glass lovers from three different states and some local folks as well. It made a great Geek Family Outing for three generations of our family that day. You can see more pictures, including shots of the glass blowing section of the factory, in this album:
Thursday evening rolled the opening of the 2011 Haynes Apperson Festival, and this year it all started a little Funky.
A bit before 8PM, the crowds started gathering in front of the courthouse… and then the Mummies arrived.
Although the ending of the show can get a little bit Racy ( in the most fun ways), families gathered to listen, dance and enjoy the funky beats.
I wandered about the crowd… for a bit we even went over to the food and rides side of the Downtown Festival but the sounds of the Mummies’ Jive could be heard clearly no matter where you were. Everyone got the treat of their
As for the Mummies? They looked, and sounded good from every angle.
I am a storytelling fan. I could listen to live story tellers for days on end. When my kids were little, we told bedtime stories…. but they were nothing like the genius of Arbutus Cunningham. I am a newly converted fan and have been so excited to find her work all over the web. She has stories on MySpace, Grooveshark, and there is an awesome 20 Questions interview with her over on BloomMag. I am saddened that we do not get the radio station she appears on weekly, but am hoping maybe we can convince them ( or her) to make it into a podcast. Enjoy.
We zoom in on a couple driving east in a car on a countryroad. It is 4am. There is barely a sliver of a moon hanging in the sky. It is very dark. The camera picks up a large flash and streak of light low on the horizon in the direction tey are driving. Her: Whoa, what was that? Him: Meteorite Her: It started so low, and almost seemed to land right over there… ( she points vaguely north east)
At the same time, a possum runs onto the road from the direction she pointed, speeding straight into the path. Thud. Bump Bump. There was no avoiding it.
Without warning, a literal flood of small animals start darting into their path from the direction of the “landing”. The car starts to gather residue from the bunnies, raccoons, foxes, possums, squirrels, chipmunks, etc..) who all have a certain air of frightened “FLEE” and a complete disregard for the vehicle they were running straight into…
I have long been a fan of The Moth Podcast. I love the true life tales and confessions from people both known and unknown to me and the hilarious insights into human nature. Life has, however, recently been a bit busy, and I had about a month’s worth of podcasts to catch up on. I had some time to listen while canning this weekend and did a bit of a catchup session. You can almost imagine my fangirl squee when I discovered that one of the podcasts from earlier this month was Neil Gaimon telling a story about getting left in a train station when he was about 16. Not only is this a story fitting of the typical hilarity levels of a Moth story, it explains why he seems so unflappably cool through all sorts of situations…. If you love Neil, this is a must listen. If you have never checked out the Moth podcast and enjoy modern story telling, this is a good place to start.