Some things to invigorate you spiritually this weekend:
1. My friend Ally of the blog "Pans and Pickpockets" has such a way with WORDS
2. A thought on SILENCE
3. This SONG by Trip Lee:
2.09.2013
2.06.2013
[Futuristic] Kitchen Garden
For Christmas, my lovely mother-in-law bought me an Aero Garden.
Have you ever seen these things?
They look like they belong on the Mir Space Station.
True Story.
I set mine up that very day, planting my herb seed pods and everything with maybe a little too much excitement.
You should know, I sort of hoard plants.
I think I have about 19 inside the house.
Add my Aero Garden, and well, I've got a lot of plants.
So here it is after about two weeks.
It's so small. And cute...? Can plants be cute?
As you can see, I'm growing some basil. Three different types, actually.
Outside the shot are four more sprouts of mint, thyme, marjoram, and dill.
Here's a shot of my thyme looking fly at four weeks of growth.
Now, it's like a jungle in there.
I've been pruning and cooking up the herbs in a lot of my meals just to keep up with their craziness.
It's so fun!
Just the other night, I used a ton of basil to make my own pesto.
The verdict: delicious.
This is before I raised the lamp arm and trimmed some more.
Last night, I grilled some tilapia and then garnished it with some marjoram and fresh squeezed tangerine juice.It was my first time cooking with that herb.
All I can say is fresh and tasty.
Some more glamor shots. Above: thyme and basil.
Below: dill and marjoram to the right.
So yeah.
Growing my own herbs is pretty dang fun.
My mom and dad just sent me a package (for my birthday!) of some more planters and seeds to grow salad greens, beets, and the like!
Can't wait to get planting!
And can I just say how nice it is to have green living things to brighten up the place?
Well, excluding mold.
Nobody wants that.
So how about you?
Are you growing anything these days?
Anything you wish you could harvest?
Have you ever seen these things?
They look like they belong on the Mir Space Station.
True Story.
I set mine up that very day, planting my herb seed pods and everything with maybe a little too much excitement.
You should know, I sort of hoard plants.
I think I have about 19 inside the house.
Add my Aero Garden, and well, I've got a lot of plants.
So here it is after about two weeks.
It's so small. And cute...? Can plants be cute?
As you can see, I'm growing some basil. Three different types, actually.
Outside the shot are four more sprouts of mint, thyme, marjoram, and dill.
Here's a shot of my thyme looking fly at four weeks of growth.
Now, it's like a jungle in there.
I've been pruning and cooking up the herbs in a lot of my meals just to keep up with their craziness.
It's so fun!
Just the other night, I used a ton of basil to make my own pesto.
The verdict: delicious.
This is before I raised the lamp arm and trimmed some more.
Last night, I grilled some tilapia and then garnished it with some marjoram and fresh squeezed tangerine juice.It was my first time cooking with that herb.
All I can say is fresh and tasty.
Some more glamor shots. Above: thyme and basil.
Below: dill and marjoram to the right.
So yeah.
Growing my own herbs is pretty dang fun.
My mom and dad just sent me a package (for my birthday!) of some more planters and seeds to grow salad greens, beets, and the like!
Can't wait to get planting!
And can I just say how nice it is to have green living things to brighten up the place?
Well, excluding mold.
Nobody wants that.
So how about you?
Are you growing anything these days?
Anything you wish you could harvest?
2.04.2013
Sneak Peak...
Busted out the watercolors last night and
a new seascape will soon be making its way to my Etsy store...
Gosh, I miss the Pacific.
a new seascape will soon be making its way to my Etsy store...
Gosh, I miss the Pacific.
2.03.2013
Adventures in Cooking
We had some friends over the other night for dinner and boardgames,
and I had a first.
While broiling my salmon,
something amazing happened.
It lit ON FIRE.
I was standing there, in my kitchen,
getting ready to take a peek at the fish
when flames began to whip about the baking pan.
First thought: hmmmm.
Second thought: oh dear... !?!?!?!
Then, to my own surprise, I nonchalantly opened the oven door,
held the flaming pan at arm's length (with my oven mitt, of course),
and set it upon the stove.
The flames went out within seconds.
And my salmon was miraculously cooked to perfection
with only the slightest touch of crispiness on the edges
and succulent flaky meat inside.
It was like I MEANT to do it.
So there you go, guys.
I made flame-broiled salmon like a boss.*
*Disclaimer: couldn't do it again if I tried.
and I had a first.
While broiling my salmon,
something amazing happened.
It lit ON FIRE.
I was standing there, in my kitchen,
getting ready to take a peek at the fish
when flames began to whip about the baking pan.
First thought: hmmmm.
Second thought: oh dear... !?!?!?!
Then, to my own surprise, I nonchalantly opened the oven door,
held the flaming pan at arm's length (with my oven mitt, of course),
and set it upon the stove.
The flames went out within seconds.
And my salmon was miraculously cooked to perfection
with only the slightest touch of crispiness on the edges
and succulent flaky meat inside.
It was like I MEANT to do it.
So there you go, guys.
I made flame-broiled salmon like a boss.*
*Disclaimer: couldn't do it again if I tried.
2.01.2013
If You Were To Visit...
Sometimes I wish I could gather my family,
all my friends and dear acquaintances that I wish I knew better,
and live in a town together.
This town would have trees and sea and sky
and sweet mountains with a view for miles.
I wish I could open my home more.
That I could brew some tea, pull out my favorite throws,
and just gather around my couch and chairs and talk late into the night.
Talk of the deep things. The hard things. The blessed things.
And just listen.
I often long for this.
In lieu of such proximity, I shall open my home on this little blog.
Here is my abode.
And you are always invited.
all my friends and dear acquaintances that I wish I knew better,
and live in a town together.
This town would have trees and sea and sky
and sweet mountains with a view for miles.
I wish I could open my home more.
That I could brew some tea, pull out my favorite throws,
and just gather around my couch and chairs and talk late into the night.
Talk of the deep things. The hard things. The blessed things.
And just listen.
I often long for this.
In lieu of such proximity, I shall open my home on this little blog.
Here is my abode.
And you are always invited.
1.31.2013
Hello, there!
If you're stopping by from Carmen's lovely blog, With A Quip,
then I wish you the warmest welcome!
Read about, look around,
and feel free to stay a while!
And if you want to see my art for yourself,
simply click HERE.
Thank you for visiting!
-jlt
then I wish you the warmest welcome!
Read about, look around,
and feel free to stay a while!
And if you want to see my art for yourself,
simply click HERE.
Thank you for visiting!
-jlt
Rap Music: Part One.
Fact:
Not everyone enjoys rap music.
But more people should give it a chance.
The Key:
Good Content & Good Craft.
Example:
KB's song, "Hello"
Hear for Yourself:
Not everyone enjoys rap music.
But more people should give it a chance.
The Key:
Good Content & Good Craft.
Example:
KB's song, "Hello"
Hear for Yourself:
1.29.2013
Learning by Immersion.
Since we bought our home,
I'm discovering that much of this
how-to-fix-it-d.i.y stuff
comes mainly by immersion.
For example,
let's say a few weeks ago,
temperatures dropped to the single digits.
And let's just say,
your home hasn't experienced this kind of cold in a while.
And maybe, just maybe,
a pipe broke in your garage and started gushing like
Old Faithful herself
while simulataneously turning your steep driveway
into an ice slide.
What do you do?
First, I got drenched.
And cold. V.E.R.Y. cold.
Then I had to call to get our water turned off.
(Did you know it's illegal here to turn it off yourself?)
Then, we worked away on the pipe.
After getting said pipe fixed (we had to bring in a plumber in the end),
I now know how to turn off the water at my house,
blow dry pipes (learned from our plumber),
and insulate spigots from the frigid cold that is this winter season.
Yay for life skills!
I'm discovering that much of this
how-to-fix-it-d.i.y stuff
comes mainly by immersion.
For example,
let's say a few weeks ago,
temperatures dropped to the single digits.
And let's just say,
your home hasn't experienced this kind of cold in a while.
And maybe, just maybe,
a pipe broke in your garage and started gushing like
Old Faithful herself
while simulataneously turning your steep driveway
into an ice slide.
What do you do?
First, I got drenched.
And cold. V.E.R.Y. cold.
Then I had to call to get our water turned off.
(Did you know it's illegal here to turn it off yourself?)
Then, we worked away on the pipe.
After getting said pipe fixed (we had to bring in a plumber in the end),
I now know how to turn off the water at my house,
blow dry pipes (learned from our plumber),
and insulate spigots from the frigid cold that is this winter season.
Yay for life skills!
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