Sing for Supper: Letter to a Friend

"Here's the deal:

You get a delicious home-cooked meal in exchange for a performance of some kind. Please prepare a song you'd like to perform and bring any accompanying instruments. If you're not into singing, you can perform a poem, do some spoken word, do a drum solo, dance, etc. it's a win-win situation.

The event will include a delicious meal, individual or group performances, and jam sesh til the break of dawn.

Please bring the alcohol of your choice, an instrument, your singin' voice, and your BFF."

Dear Sophie,

               Thank you. Thank you for reminding me that living is magic. You have ideas! dreams! plans! creativity! You may feel down, or discouraged, but you remind me that I'm not the only one. 

I have dreams too, but without you I think I might forget them. Maybe allow them to go up with the onion fumes and "yesterday's garbage ripening in the hall." 

Last weekend, during sing for supper, I felt the feeling I need. The one I crave and search for: a sense of community, something stronger. We were all friends, we made music, we sang together - not alone. When you sang Emmylou I came out from the kitchen, whipping the cream, and I looked at you. It was the strangest thing, I saw my best friend. You looked just like her.
                                                                           We all sang with you.

You're so freaking cool and you don't even know it.

So, thank you for reminding me, for giving me the feeling, and being so much more than you think you are.

Love && Lemons,

Kristi

Menu
Appetizer
Hummus && Pita
Salsa && Corn Chips

Dinner
Roasted vegetables with creamy polenta and marinara

Dessert
Strawberry rhubarb crumble with almond crust && coconut whipped cream

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A Fog & Granola

I live in a fog.

like slippers on my mind; like plaque covering my experience; like newtonian-death-slime surrounding my senses.

I remember moments of clarity. 

The song that played at our middle school graduation: Angel, by Shaggy. The wooden floorboards in and out of focus of 8th grade English. The moment in the car when I wasn’t tired anymore – I smiled, secretly.
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I feel a spaciousness. I decide to walk- 7x7, I will cover one. I walk 17th to Parnassus to Judah - not thinking. I don’t wonder what I’m doing. I don’t plan my “next step.” I don’t worry about direction. I am walking to the beach. I am walking without obligation, restraint, or necessity.
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“you have a life to live”
“you have a life to live”
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Laughter in the fog; funny note, I read it wrong.
Smirking in the fog; a display without a story.
Reflection, the mirrors. Should I see through the fog?
Contrived significance? Too difficult! It is comfortable here in the fog -placidity reigns, no consideration
I keep walking.
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“you have a life to live”
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stops along the way:
used-book store
pet store (maybe I need a pet?)
General Store
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"you have a life to live"

Fog diminishes but doesn’t dissipate. A slowness settles as I say hello to the dunes. Shoes off, tights on, I sink into the sand, munching into my book. Trivial, this “living”.

no more echoes.


Granola

This is more of a muesli and can be changed to have any flavor scheme you'd like. I'm on a dried fruit and raisin kick.

Inspired from The Perfect Start to Your Day by Tonia George.

  • 2/3 C rolled oats
  • 1/3 C almonds
  • 1/2 C apple juice
  • 3 T oil (I used coconut)

  • 1/3 C cashews
  • 1/3 C raisins
  • 1/3 C cranberries
  • 1/3 C dried blueberries
  • 1/3 C dried cherries
  • 1/3 C dried mullberries

Warm the oven to 300* F.

Sprinkle oats and almonds into a bowl and stir in apple juice and oil. Toss until apple juice is absorbed.

Spread out evenly on baking sheet and bake for 25 minutes, until they're toasty.

Remove from oven, shake them up, redistribute, and bake for another 20 minutes.

Allow to pop and sizzle to a cool. Plop in your dried fruits of choice and flip around until homogenous.

Trail Mix

Did I mention I love raisins? I'm normally not so sweet, but, recently, I am totally digging all things fruity and sweet. Again, this can really be changed for any kind of fruit craving, mine was inspired by an overly sweet version my cousin brought to Tahoe this year.

  • handful almonds
  • handful pecans
  • handful raisins
  • handful dried cherries
  • handful dried blueberries
  • handful dried goji berries
  • handful dried mullberries
  • handful dried jujubes

Grab all your dried goodies and toss them all into a paper bag. Use your hands to stir them up.

Venture out.

Don't forget your water.

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suicide

No words, diminishing.
               A best friend.

Futility, obsolescence.
           A life.

Agony, unfeigned.
     An end.

I love you, so much.

I apologize for not posting. It feels empty in lieu of this.

I want to have something inspiring, but this hurts more than I can metabolize an energy conversion.
Here's an album I've been listening to: Hospice, The Antlers.

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Dating: A Photo Essay

This spring I quit. I quit everything. I made some calls, sent some e-mails, and bought some tickets. I found myself feeling luxurious in the most organic setting; a date farm. This is my photo essay chronicling my hiatus.

My journey began after scarfing down two pizzas (cheeseless and smothered with vegetables), two all-green juices, a towering kale salad, and a maple-syrup-sweetened muffin. These are from my arrival in the Coachella Valley, Date capital of the United States to my current dream-job: hanging out at the Farmer's market.

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