This is the story of our adventures -- every day and extraordinary; our dreams -- tiny and grand; our gardens -- ornamental and sustaining; this is the story of our journey.  We are a family of four living a mindful, simple life here in Los Angeles County.  We are green, conscious, and forward thinking.  We keep an eye on the past because some of the best things have already been done and bear repeating.  Walk and talk with us, have a glass of wine, taste a peach or a tomato, blow some bubbles and watch them drift up over the canyon ridge.  Enjoy!

Monday, April 5, 2010

Let's talk about food, baby

Let's talk about all the good things that may be...

So, I LOVE food.   Good, wholesome, natural, mostly organic, unprocessed, whole, rich wonderful food.  Food is a celebration and no celebration goes right if good food is not involved.  Food satisfies the senses.  Of course, taste -- remember the vibrant sweetness of a ruby red grapefruit or the deep earthy power of a truffle.  And smell -- imagine the rich pungency of Chatelain camembert or garlic sweating in a saute pan.  Texture - consider the voluptuous silk of seared foie gras or the crisp crunch of a perfect Autumn apple.  And sound -- think for a moment of the rhythm of celery and carrots being chopped on a board or the sizzle of chicken frying.   These sounds may be only a cook's pleasure -- but cooking is half the pleasure!   

And of course, there is sight.  I love beautiful food.  The interplay of colors on a plate, artful stacks at a fancy restaurant, carefully placed garnishes (all the better if they have flavor too!).  A well laid table.  


But pretty food is simpler, or can be.  For example, my weekly trip to the farmer's market always yields something like this:


This is/was Easter week -- holiday time; a time when many people focus on food.  Alex told her grandmother, "We missed Easter."  Well, not really true.  No, we didn't do baskets and we'll do the egg hunt Wednesday when Gam and Julia are here, and being heathens/pagans/atheists/whatevers there was certainly no chanting of "He is Risen."  But we did dye eggs.  Brown eggs with natural dyes.  Not your traditional pastel basketfillers but I like them.


In fact, I like them so much that I think, that since we eat a fair amount of hard boiled eggs, why not save that half cup of cold coffee, the water from the boiled beets, the onion skins, the glass of red wine your guest didn't finish...

We didn't have an "Easter Dinner" here but we did have a dinner guest the Saturday before.  I thought dinner was a great success featuring a lavender and rosemary roasted chicken with fingerling potatoes and whole garlic cloves, beet and spinach salad, and steamed snap peas.   The appetizers, however, stole the show.  I made a simple bruschetta with oregano from the garden and fried squash blossoms.   I got these beautiful male blossoms at the farmer's market (for a dollar)


Then I stuffed them with an herb/ricotta mixture:

Then I dipped them in a Sierra Nevada beer batter and fried them in canola/olive oil. The after shot does not do the sense of sight justice -- taste and texture were pleased though.


I personally really enjoyed last night's dinner. The sight-and-taste sensation that is a tomato/mozzarella/basil salad and pan fried wild sole with lemon sauce. Oh, and steamed spring asparagus.



Today for lunch we had a family favorite -- chicken potstickers. I have pictures from another day somewhere -- I'll post a link if I can find it - but no pictures from today.


Dinner was a glazed pork tenderloin and some damn good soba stir fry!  Before and after:





NO GOOSE OR DUCK WAS HARMED IN THE MAKING OF THIS BLOG  POST.

Friday, April 2, 2010

When it all crashes down, smell the flowers!

The shower wall may have come down in a million shards of glass, but who cares -- I've got ALL THIS!


A perfect princess!
Self-propagating peas:
Gorgeous spring flowers:




A freshly clean kid:
Maple madness:

Flowering trees and shrubs:

A fabulous fig tree:
Blackberry blossoms:
And apple blossoms:
And an extravaganza of oregano:
And pear blossoms:
And baby peaches:
Onions from last year's planting:
A tomato still growing on the vine!
Color!
And a Topanga sunset.

Saturday, March 27, 2010

Tastes Like Home

The Bubbles are home.  Sort of... We're at the cabin.

After a trip well-lived and under-blogged, it's nice to lie our heads on familiar pillows for a few nights in a row!  We've been here 4 nights and it has snowed two of those!  Our tans are fading fast, as is probably our Spanish.

We have been enjoying some foods/flavors long missed -- like Ceasar dressing made with real anchovies, baked ham, fresh breakfast sausage, rare beef, true cheddar cheese...  Here in the mountains we don't have access to the array of foods we will home in Topanga, so, we're starting small.

As we settle back in, we are planning our 2010 garden.  Gregg ordered a bunch of tomato and pepper seedlings (no time to start those from seed as I usually do) and I just placed a seed order for everything from carrots to sunflowers.  We'll miss our onions -- didn't plant those before we left because the tomatoes were still occupying their space.  We're hoping that maybe our potatoes self propagated and are curious to see what else may have.  I'm curious in general to see what home looks like.  Has the ash tree spread its progeny far and wide again?  Does Traveler remember us?  Is the fig tree budding?  The peach?  Did the strawberries spread?  The raspberries? 

I'm curious to see how "home" feels, smells, and, of course, tastes!

[pictures to come]

Mixing up a fresh batch of monsters:


Greggie missed oranges -- wait, she's been eating oranges all along...


Snowy morning:



There is no way Alex missed TOMATOES! Maybe good olive oil and sea salt though!

Anywhere they are, funny faces abound!





The girls surely missed Gam!

And Gregg missed good beer.

This is my new compost bin -- I built it yesterday. I didn't miss compost, but I'm happy to be cooking and doing "it my way" again.

Some fresh Sierra mountain images and a happy girl:




Sunday, September 13, 2009

The new travel blog is up and running though there isn't much content yet!   Stay tuned for a map that tracks our progress using our SPOT GPS tracker as well as details and photos from the adventure, which kicks off in 17 days.

Here is the link:  http://bubblesgobye.blogspot.com/

Friday, September 4, 2009

I am more than a tomato-ist!

I know, you all know, I grow lots and lots of tomatoes!  I've been tending, harvesting, and canning them all summer.   I'm also obviously the mom of two young girls.  I love being mom, entertaining them, teaching them.  I am also kept busy with planning our trip to Central America.  BUT, I am trying to do more.   I think of myself as a writer, a poet, a ....something...  I am writing poems.  And some children's stories (which are too long for here), so here are some poems...

I'm remembering a friend
with pen point blue eyes
who ran like the wind

I'd set her blocks
and watch her go

I wanted to run like she did
but I was too lazy
I jumped instead
Jumping was playing
Easy and fun

I wonder if that's how
she felt
about running.

Sept '09

Little girl sad
Little girl cry
Little girl did not hold tight

A balloon on the end
of a string is
a wonderful thing

Balloon so bright
Balloon so light
Little girl did not hold tight

Orange over green
orange through blue
Fly ballooon fly
And, little girl cry

Next time
Hold tight.

July 2009

The orange cat sleeps
The baby sleeps
The mama sleeps

The stars hum
The night blurs
The mama dreams

The moon shines
The creek slides
The baby dreams

The house creeks
The mouse squeeks
The orange cat dreams

July 2009

Tempo tempo
Tiempo
Le temps
The time
The weather
Blue blue
Green
White white white
Rain
Breathe in
Breathe out
In
Out
Tempo tempo

July 2009

I'd like to have
a house with a tin roof
I'd paint it blue.
If I got tired
of my blue roof
I could paint it red.

In the front
I'd have a meadow of flowers
Out back, a creek
Running through.
I'd like to have 
a house with a tin roof
I'd paint it blue.

On the bed
I'd have an old woolen quilt.
On the porch
a rocker I'd buy new.
I'd like to have
 a house with a tin roof
I'd paint it blue.

In the morning
I'd bathe in the cool creek.
In the evening
[among the flowers]
I'd kiss you.
I'd like to have
a house with a tin roof
I'd paint blue.

If I tired
of my blue roof
I could paint it green.

July/August 2009