April 24, 2012 § 3 Comments
For my family, the surest sign of Spring is mangoes. Heaps of perfectly ripe mangoes, delivered with love by my mother-in-law each week. So many mangoes. My children love them, which is why their Lola (grandma) brings mangoes by the dozen. But, like all precious things that suddenly arrive in immense quantities, mangoes become a bit less desirable as time passes. Consumption slows and I am faced with a fridge full of fruit that is on the brink. It’s the saddest thing in the world to toss them out, and this year I won’t let it happen. Each time I cook I will ask myself: where do mangoes fit into this meal? Can I add cubed mango? Pureed mango? Dried mango? Because we have 17 of them, and they’re not getting any younger. Last night I came up with a delicious idea, a meal where mango was perfectly at home, I think. My daughter felt otherwise and asked for salad without mango. I didn’t serve her mango at dinner, but she had to eat three for breakfast. We all need to contribute in this household, young lady. « Read the rest of this entry »
March 6, 2012 § 3 Comments
Pemco Insurance has a clever slew of ads on Seattle city buses that speak to the individualism of Northwest types. My favorite: ‘Blue Tarp Camper, we’re a lot like you … a little different.’ They also address Socks and Sandals Guy and 4-Way Stop You Go. No You Go. No You Go. Guy. A friend of mine recently quipped that Pemco needed to create an ad for the Cold Drizzly Night Griller. I am loathe to camp under a blue tarp, I will never wear socks with Tevas, and I know the driver to the right always goes first at a 4-way stop. But rain does not stop my impulse to cook over a fire, I admit it. Occasionally my husband and I get to use our big, cheery yellow patio umbrella to shield us from the sun, but it’s been much more handy as a shelter to keep the coals dry while we grill steak in February.