Because deep down, past all the health food stuff ? I am southern in my heart.
This is the process. When the tomatoes are ripe in the gardens here? I eat the first real tomato "sandmich" Yes, "sandmich". Out comes the whole wheat bread (toasted), the bacon (fried), the mayo, and finally the un refrigerated, vine ripe tomato. The closest you can get to it is Campari green house tomatoes but that's as close as you can get. My dad used to have a garden in back of his house. It was huge. Alot of tomatoes. They'd can them and have them on the table in the kitchen. THE best thing in the world was to sit and eat tomatoes (with just alittle salt and pepper). The Sweet One Hundreds were like candy. In the winter? You'd open a quart jar of tomatoes add diced bell peppers and onions and salt, pepper, garlic. Simmer in a skillet. Pour over pasta and eat. The simmer changes things in the tomatoes. Heaven on Earth.
Warm and sweet on the tongue like a kiss.
Too bad Valentine's Day is in February.
Tomatoes, fresh from the garden, are the perfect fruit of love.
I'd eat a "tomayta samich" with this lemon ice box pie and a glass of tea.
Look out the window of my mom and dads kitchen. Be sitting there looking outside at the heat of the day. The grass green. The sky blue. Hot outside but cool under the airconditioning. :)
Nothing better on a hot day in July. I'm glad that I had that experience. Can still taste it.
"...Only two things that money can't buy and that's true love and home grown tomatoes..."
(a slightly reworked version from yesterday. better.)
Kids grow up.
They out grow the careful construct we've spent year assembling for them.
They look us dead in the eyes.
Inform us of all the things we've done wrong.
(Without one word about what we've done right.)
Hide in the bathroom and do grown kid Lamaze
Keep breathing while they're outside the door,
Their list of wrongs is long. You've got time.
Breath (to deal with the stress).
It's like labor.
Only this kid is bigger than 9 pounds.
(and has a mouth on him)
Breath very, very deep.
If you're lucky?
The list of grievences both real and imagined?
Now the sound of distant thunder as you hit the bathroom floor.
The last word?
Poem - Enough by C Anne Ford
31 January, 2012
copyright C Anne Ford All rights reserved by C Anne Ford. In other words, I wrote it so I own it. If you rip this off for some English class Poetry Assignment? UR Gonna Go blind and it's gonna fall off.
So give credit.
Note from author. LOL I can Google C Anne Ford poetry and The Slacker Chronicles with the Valentine's Day poetry post shows up.
This is 12dotsandablot.
A writer's journal.
A fiction writer's journal.
It isn't a diary.
Fact and fiction co exist here.
If you don't know which is which?
Do not ASSume.
Not sure how often I'll be writing this next week so thought I'd use this as a reminder.
Now to things that are political.
LOL, Primary in Florida on Tuesday.
Talk radio is gonna be abuzz.
Now I know I said that I'd stay out of politics but (lol)
In fairness to the current President. If he's repeated himself? It might just be because it's a Republican majority NOT a Democrat majority in the US Congress. He can suggest. He can threaten vetos. He can use the bully pulpit. He can do these things but we have to remember that it's the US Congress that writes, vets, and votes on the law. So if the Republican led US Congress doesn't agree? They don't vote for it.
Ask a member of the US (different than the state's Congress) why they are supporting issues different than the President. See what they say. Think about it. If you agree? Vote for them again but if you don't agree? You can find others to vote for. Heck, maybe you could run for office yourself.
I am a writer.
I have that on good authority from an actual publisher. The kind that produce really good books. They said it but I already knew it.
I am a disinherited, sometimes broke, wanna be writer and poet.
For almost three years, I spent mornings happily writing in my blog (avg views/month 8,000). Life was good. Then the blog landlords "pulled the plug" and "vamoose" no more blog.
Now I write. I live my life with dogs in the middle of a forest (kind of) and I Blog