Monday, August 10, 2015

Peaches, Protestors and One Presidential Politician

I bought a 20 pound box of Elberta freestone peaches yesterday and made a peach pie so brimming with peaches that they actually broke loose out of the pie, as if the peaches were hatching. At the same time, my younger son was unloading the top half of the chicken coop he's been slowly building for me, a  chicken-wire and recycled-pallet affair with a cedar-shingled nesting box. He bought almost no new materials for it, which pleases me to no end. So, soon: chickens. Let the hen'n'egg puns commence. Pity my poor workmates!

But the pie: my older son took over prepping the fruit, and, wizard in the kitchen that he is, added vanilla extract and whiskey and brown sugar to the usual ingredients and my kitchen smelled like Heaven On High. Lawd, lawd. If I'd expired the moment I took a whiff I'd've expired blissfully.

On another note, I happened to be a member of the crowd last Saturday in downtown Seattle when presidential candidate Bernie Sanders was upstaged by a group of bullies who demanded the microphone. I can't imagine you've not heard the story, but if you haven't, here's a link to a Washington Post article about it.

I won't get into it; while I love reading opinion pieces, it's my least favorite kind of writing to do. But I will say that I'm glad I was there to witness what went down. This singular event seems to have propelled Senator Sanders into the mainstream media, from which he's been noticeably absent since he announced his bid for the office.

At the larger event that evening (15,000 people!), I was fortunate to witness, for the first time in my years, a politician who represents a loving kindness towards humanity. And while sometimes it seems too good to be true, I'm convinced that Bernie Sanders is the real deal.

As was the peach pie, with vanilla ice cream.


  1. Hi - I found you through a comment you left on Cro's blog - I read your latest post then another then another and before I knew it half an hour had passed! I so enjoy your writing and the topics you write about. I'll be back that's for sure.

    As for the peach pie - I hope you didn't put the whole 20lbs in it - no wonder it was bursting at the seams! Enjoy your week.

  2. I'm rootin' for Trump; I like a good laugh. We've got an even funnier one about to be elected leader of the socialists in the UK. I just dream about the two of them meeting. Pure COMEDY.

  3. I bought peaches at the Farmer's Mkt tonight because of your post!! Will try the vanilla and whisky thang. Oh mother of mercy.

    I wore my Bernie t-shirt to the market and picnic, and chatted up the youngin's at the Sanders recruiting table. Good times! I am invigorated by his campaign and will be staffing tables in the future.

  4. A New Orleans friend wrote about this -- he's being as sarcastic and cynical as he usually is about these matters::

    "I’m sure it’s just a coincidence that a few chapters of Black Lives Matter have taken to harassing Sanders, because groups like that are never infiltrated by the Red Squad. There are no provocateurs. Red Squads, he says. (Make circle around your ear with you finger here). No, I’m sorry, I meant that bunch of photographers covering the First Gulf War Protest who were standing at a good distance from the rest of the media. The ones in suits. Ever met any photo-journalists? Ever seen one working in a suit?"

    Love, C.