Thursday, September 5, 2013

baby cacti, still unnamed




I am putting my green thumb to the test and have adopted a few cacti. 

sunshine toast for sunny mornings

mug o' joe, half of a grapefruit, and a "egg with a hole in the middle"
This slice of bread, fried in a pan with an egg in the center, is a strangely nostalgic dish to me. As a little kid, I called it "egg-with-a-hole-in-the-middle" which is makes me doubt my childhood critical thinking abilities because it is actually bread-with-a-hole-in-the-middle. Then again, as a child I once stuffed crayons down the VCR machine. Apparently, it is also referred to as "sunshine toast" which I think is such a lovely name (yes, fried bread/egg concoctions can have lovely names, too).

Wednesday, September 4, 2013

we went to the beach (again)


We went to the beach, again, marking the second time this week. It was the last day of summer. This time, though, the sand was soft and pillowy and the sky was blue despite all weather forecasts. Parents held their toddlers hands, anchoring them again the gentle waves, and little kids whispered secrets among the rocks. 


we went to the beach today


We went to the beach today, a rocky one, yet dissolved by the force of the waves. There was a lot of hobbling, barefoot, through tangled webs of washed up algae. On the horizon, the city skyline faded into the hazy sky.

avocado w/ s+p on sourdough toast, cuppa' joe, and some strawberries