Sunday, October 10, 2010

Sunday Brunch At The Church Of The Batshit Crazy


I am so hungry and why shouldn't I be? It's almost ten-thirty and I haven't eaten yet.
Sunday morning and here I am all by myself and there isn't one piece of bacon in the house! Not one! I can't get past this fact and figure out what to eat. I could eat some of my twigs and stems cereal but the soy milk, she is old.
Ick.
I could make a smoothie but I don't want to. Fruit and yogurt is all very fine but Sunday mornings are for food-sin and yet- no bacon.
And no one here for me to make pancakes for or an omelet and biscuits. No one here to say, "Yes, I'd love a poached egg."

Mr. Moon is off in the woods and the children are all where they live or at work or doing whatever it is they do on Sundays when they're not here.

Waffles. I could make waffles.
No. I don't want bread-y foods. I want protein.

Ah. Since I started writing this, Lily called. She has some bug and it's upset her tummy and she's been in bed a lot, tired and achy. She said that last night Jason tried to keep Owen out of the bedroom so she could rest but that every now and then they'd come in and give her kisses and then go back out to watch the game.

Such sweetness.

I told Lily she needed to eat some salty broth, some chicken soup.
Food. It's so important. We need it, it brings us comfort, it is the very essence of the existence of most animals- getting it, eating it, and it's funny how we, in this time and in this place, have so much of it around that we merely need to think of what it is we would like to eat, and even if we live in the distant village of Lloyd, we can be at a grocery store in a few moments to buy it.
And there's even a Waffle House within ten minutes drive.

Bacon. They have SO much bacon at the Waffle House.

Well, I don't want to get in the car. There's venison sausage in the freezer in the garage and that is easily gotten and cooked. I think I'll have a little piece of that with some eggs cooked with potatoes and tomatoes and pepper and onions.
Sunday brunch for one.

Another thing Lily talked about was nursing Owen. How sometimes she thinks he needs a bottle but really, he just wants to nurse. He wants her, his mother, and the thing she has to offer him which no one else can. Isn't that the very basis of comfort food? That closeness, that mother-warmth, that sweet milk that is made for the baby and the baby alone?
I think so.

All right. Time to get this day truly going. It is warming up. I can feel the sun's heat settling down across the night-cooled earth. Time to hang out the clothes I've already washed. Or, put in the washer and turned on. I've fed the chickens and the dogs. Time to feed me.
Just me, on a Sunday.
I'm worth getting out a skillet for. I'm worth hiking out to the garage for that piece of sausage. I'm worth going out to the garden to see if I can find a bit of baby greens to throw in with my eggs.

Here. I've taken some pictures this morning.
Lloyd on Sunday. The Church of the Batshit Crazy has begun services, I hear Elvis calling the flock together.
The "You're sweet! You're sweet!" bird is back and that's a hymn of praise if I ever heard one.

Here are the pictures and after I show them to you, I'm going to go make my meal. A holy communion of the egg (I still have a few of Miss Betty's eggs and I suppose today would be a good day to eat them and I will mourn her, even as her last gifts, so sweetly given, nourish me) and the flesh of the sacrificed deer, the vegetables to go with.
Perhaps a piece of the bread I made the other night.

I hope you are having good services where you live.
Here's my church:

The morning sun shining between the house and the original kitchen.

The chinaberry tree, reaching out a stark branch across the back yard.

A pinecone lily's blossom.


A tiny impatiens in a tiny pot in a tiny bird bath in the front yard.

The tea olive whose bloom is so small I am never aware of them until I smell their powerful perfume as I walk across the yard. Sweetness magnified to glory.

The huge and gaudy Confederate Rose. It has no scent but is sweet to the eye.

Chickens in the time of molting. Elvis has lost every one of his tail-feathers and as you can see, feathers litter the ground. That rooster still thinks he's hot shit. And he's right. He is.

Buster, sad because is dad is not here on a Sunday morning to cuddle with. He has his hands folded together, though. Is he praying? Do dogs pray? If they do, it is for bacon.

I understand.

Mmmm. Time to heat up the pan. Time to chop the vegetables. Time to get out the eggs.
Time, oh yes, for the belly to be fed.
I have fed my soul with walking the yard, taking the pictures, feeding the chickens, and mostly, with sitting here, writing words in the quiet morning.

So far, a perfect Sunday.

Remember- You're sweet. I am too. Sometimes.
Oh. Let us eat.

22 comments:

  1. good morning..the rose and tea flowers are beautiful...i just made scrambled eggs with chard and swiss, leftover potatoes and the very last of the summer tomatoes for my family...cheers to having bacon

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  2. You *are* worth it! Sounds like a good breakfast. The picture of Elvis with his missing tail feathers blew my mind. I hardly recognized him. But he's still a looker.

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  3. I wish I was out at The Church of the Batshit Crazy having that delicious brunch with you. Yum.

    I'm glad you're treating yourself on this fine day, because you are completely right when you said that you deserve it.

    Love you Mama!

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  4. *jean*- Bacon is so good. Why IS that? But so are eggs and vegetables and cheese. Yum!

    Lora- He will be his glorious self again, soon. I hope.
    And I hope the hens start laying again soon, too!

    HoneyLuna- I wish you'd been here too! It was delicious! Love you, baby girl.

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  5. Glad you cooked for yourself. And I love your Do dogs pray/if they do it is for bacon line!

    I am making a crumble to lighten the heart of my sad grandmother.

    Off I go, again.

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  6. We are right there. We had bacon,sausage, a cheese omelet, steak, and whole wheat pita bread. No more ice so we ate the perishables. Lovely photos today. The tea olive is one of my favorites.

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  7. Jo- A fruit crumble? Yum.

    Syd- You certainly had the major protein breakfast! And isn't tea olive just the most amazing thing? The air heats up and carries its scent everywhere in the yard.

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  8. Mia made us burritos with bacon and turkey and hummus and avocado and cheese and her own homemade salsa. And ginger tea. I took pictures. It was yummy.

    happy sunday

    xoxoxo

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  9. Ms. Moon-

    I loved reading this post this morning, it echoed my own morning.

    I had chicken andouille sausages, a couple of fried eggs, a hunk of crusty bread and a chuck of sharp cheddar cheese, all washed down with a pot of hot, strong coffee.

    Took the dog for a walk on the cliffs overlooking the sea.

    Washed all the bedding and pillows and hung everything out in the sun to dry so when my woman gets home she'll have a clean, crisp, fresh-smelling place to lay her tired head.

    I like what you say and how you say it.

    yrs-


    tearful

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  10. Michelle- You may send Mia down for school breaks.

    Tearful Dishwasher- I am now reading you because I like what you say and how you say it too. You are much better at cleaning than I am, I have to say that.
    What woman would not love a fresh, clean, crisp place to lay her tired head?
    Come back and visit. I would like that very much.

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  11. Best smells:
    Tea Olive Blossoms in our yard...
    My child's sweet neck place below the ear..
    BACON!

    It's a good Sunday.

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  12. hello, good morning. hope the venison sausages were nice. here it's a rainy sunday night in the south of france and due to marital discord we have both not eaten dinner. how true that food is so central to everything.

    I shall get up early and prepare a breakfast feast involving bacon...perhaps that will smooth things over...

    have a great day...how strange that mine is ending and yours is just beginning...

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  13. Oh, you make me so hungry for bacon and eggs and cheese and protein, protein, protein. Thinking of chucking the grim vegan diet!

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  14. While you were having your egg, cheese and sausage protein breakfast, I was having oven grilled pork rib and spaghetti for dinner here in southern France - sounds a bit strange, maybe but it was tasty and a good protein hit.

    Loved just hanging with you on your Sunday morning while you talked with Lily and took care of You.
    Keeses, N2

    PS I have left a couple of comments lately that showed as posted and then Pfffttt! disappeared into the ether.

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  15. Oh, and I love the shot of the original kitchen, like in the film Cross Creek. Makes such good sense.

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  16. Lisa- I believe you may be right. Add in coffee and well, there you have it.

    Screamish- Time is odd, isn't it? I've been thinking about time all day after listening to a thing on NPR about the Australian aboriginal people and how they think of time so differently than we do. Lord. I do go on. Anyway, bacon should heal all discord. I hope it does.

    A- I should be doing that too. Oh, I should. I am proud of you!
    I just read today that His Holiness, the Dalia Lama eats meat!
    I had no idea.
    And yes, in the olden days, a separate building for the kitchen made a lot of sense.

    N2- I am about to cook venison ribs in a pressure cooker with barbecue sauce! No spaghetti though. I pulled a few early collard greens and will cook those.
    And rice.
    That makes me sad about your comments. Dang! I hate that!

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  17. Yes, it was a surprise to me too that the Dalai Lama eats meat for his health. It added (though I don't know why)to my serious meat craving.

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  18. I like your church, especially since there's bacon

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  19. Gosh I love Buster.
    And I loved that line: if they do, it is for bacon.
    yes, so true.
    glad you remembered your sweetness and worth and got yourself som good grub.

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  20. oh i love the photos, esp the branch one.

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  21. A- Because if the Dalia Lama eats meat, how bad can it be?

    Terena- Oh. We believe in bacon here. Believe me.

    Bethany- Buster was just posing. Just right there posing. And that branch is pretty nice, isn't it?

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  22. Buster is cute as hell. And bacon is GOOD. I love The Waffle House!

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