Saturday, March 04, 2017

Day 63 (Saturday): 13 Ways Of Looking At A Bradford Pear (the bane of arborists everywhere!).

Day 62 (Friday): Me. And, allergies. The tears roll down my cheeks all day long at work. My clients worry that I am crying, so I have to reassure them it's just my allergies.

I don't like many pictures of myself and never have. I can think of a handful of them through the years that I think truly look like me, but most of them don't. I have been having a terrible time with my allergies and haven't felt well the last week, but this too shall pass.

Friday, March 03, 2017

Day 61 (Thursday): Cravings. Egg drop soup, apples, and banana.

I have been taking pictures every day and choosing one that most closely represents me that day. Yesterday, I was craving egg drop soup and apples. I'm not a big fruit person, but I sure wanted (and think my body needed) apples yesterday.  I think I'll start posting the daily pictures here. The Facebook scene is not really working for me these days. I'm also keeping a journal with a picture taped inside from the day's selections. I'll share more later. I'm on lunch break and have to get back to work. So glad it's Friday. I'm very tired!

Sunday, February 12, 2017

Portrait Of Luther Burbank by Frida Kahlo

My thanks to the russet potato I was dicing this morning to make home fries for bringing me to this painting. I have posted the painting before, and I had done some research on Luther Burbank after seeing this Frida Kahlo painting for the first time, but today's search was for entirely different reasons which all started with that russet potato.
I am making a concerted effort to live in the moment. I spend too much time ruminating about the past and worrying about the future. As I diced that potato, I was thinking about what it smelled like and how to describe the smell and the taste of a russet potato. The only smell word that came to mind was earthy. I found it hard to describe the taste. Of course, starchy came to mind, but what is starchy and how do you describe starchy? The taste of a russet potato is mild and somewhat bland. As the potato cooks, it tends to absorb the tastes of what it's cooked in--in this case, it was cooked with diced onions with some kosher salt, cracked black pepper, onion powder, and garlic powder and cooked in some olive oil.
The little experiment in mindfulness helped. My mind wandered at times to some things I didn't want to ruminate nor worry about, but I just kept focusing on the russet potato I was dicing.
So, you can thank that russet (also known as Russet Burbank) for my decision to share Frida's incredible painting of Luther Burbank, who was an American botanist and plant breeder who came up with the russet after experimenting with other potatoes such as the Rough Purple Chili from South America. Oh, and if you don't mind, would you leave a comment telling me how you describe the smell and taste of a russet potato? Thanks!