Tomorrow never comes.
My last stretch of walk between Lloyd Subdivision Road and the post office looks like a strip of surface-of-the-sun burning agony and it feels that way too. Sometimes I have to disassociate so hard that when I get home I can barely remember anything from my miles. For about a week I simply said, hell no, and did not bother but yesterday I knew that foolishness had to end and if I walk tomorrow it will have been three days this week that I did.
I have the last five pints of okra I'm pickling in the canner right now. I have seven pints cooling and sealing on a towel on the counter and that is all of the okra I'm pickling this year and that's a promise. A lot of you have asked about okra and the slime factor. It is true that okra can be slimy. Really, really slimy. I knew a man who said that he would not eat okra because he would not eat anything that he could not control in his mouth. But, if you cook it certain ways, or pickle it, it is not slimy. If you cook it with tomatoes, somehow the slime magically mostly disappears. And if you fry it, it entirely disappears. And pickled okra is crisp and lovely with no mucous-like tendencies.
I know, I know- none of this makes okra sound like your favorite vegetable but please trust me that if cooked properly, it is one of the most delicious things on earth. I will admit that fried okra, especially, is one fried food that I rarely pass up if it's available. We eat it with ketchup. Sometimes I "fry" it in the oven and that's fine but it sure isn't as good as what you get in a restaurant that knows how to deep fry. But okra and tomatoes is a very fine dish as well. I cook mine with onions and soy sauce and we enjoy it tremendously.
On to chickens. I went into the hen house this morning after I hung the clothes to see if anyone had laid an egg, only to find Dottie on the nest. The little mama hasn't been on the nest since she sat on her eggs and hasn't laid an egg since she started that process. She certainly laid one today. I wondered where her babies were as they were nowhere in sight.
"Where are your children, Dottie?" I asked her but she did not answer. However she had a bit of an anxious expression on her dinosaur face. I knew she must have stashed them somewhere safe and told them to stay there until she came and collected them and when I got back from my walk, they were all together again, scratching merrily away.
Don't tell me chickens can't talk to each other because I know they can. And it amazes me that the young ones did what their mother said to do, which was to lay low until she came to get them. Very well behaved young'uns and I'm impressed.
I went into town today and made a day of it as I ran my errands. I went to a consignment shop and got some sweet little long-sleeved onesies for Baby King Richard as well as a little preppy outfit with madras pants and a polo shirt. It's so darn cute. I also bought myself a falafel pita because I have been craving falafel and it's not something I'm likely to make at home. It was good. I also went to Publix and while I was there, Jason came in with the kids because Lily was working. So I got to see all of those people. Maggie was wearing her Virgin of Guadalupe dress and she was so excited to see me. She held her cookie out for me to admire, which I did, and then she leaned her head on me, which is just incredibly endearing. Owen and Gibson hugged me and asked, "What are YOU doing here?" even though I had a cart-full of groceries. I imagine that they tend to believe I spend all of my time when I'm not with them simply sitting somewhere quietly, waiting to see them again. This is not an unreasonable assumption and it reminds me of how little kids tend to think that their teachers have absolutely no life outside of the classroom and probably sleep there at night, curled up contentedly on their desks.
So that's been my day and I am worried to pieces about Texas and this damn storm heading their way. Harvey looks to be a really bad hurricane and even as I am grateful that it's not heading this way, I feel terrible for the people in its path. A hurricane of that size is no joke. Coincidentally, I saw my first hurricane lily of the season today, growing across the street in my neighbor's yard. Mine will be popping up soon. Hurricanes are another reason that this is not my favorite season. Add those damn tormenters to the general weariness from the heat and the humidity and the insects and you get a toxic brew of complete ennui and adrenaline-fueled fear.
"Kill me now," you sort of think to yourself, even as you obsessively check the tropical weather forecast.
I think of the poor folks who moved to Florida with promises of temperate weather and blooming flowers and fruiting trees year-round
We had to be to survive and stay.
Steve Reed, I stole that image from you. Thank you.
It is hot here, too, although we get a little rain every night. Last weekend, Harvey was forecast to make landfall as a strong TS or Cat 1 hurricane about 75 miles north of us. But as the time drew closer, he fizzled out and drifted farther north. We may have gotten a little rain (0.25inch) from him, but no wind at all. Hope he fizzles out again, but that doesn't seem likely.ReplyDelete
Yep. Looks like Ellen Abbott is getting it instead. We were getting rain every afternoon but that has ended.Delete
Just throw those slimy suckers in a fry pan with some butter and salt. We will fight over every last one of them in my house. It is hard to get fresh ones here in the north but the upside of global warming is that now I can grow a few of my own.ReplyDelete
I'll soon be able to grow mangoes and avocados here. Without the tropical breezes.Delete
mmmm still not sold on okra though I do like the look of them- they look elegant.as their name would suggest.ReplyDelete
Never experienced heat like you have nor a hurricane or tornado- I still have a lot of living to do I guess- living on the edge!
Baby girl with head on your shoulder melted me right away! That is the only kind of melt I want .
Honey- you really do not need to experience heat like this OR a hurricane. I've never lived through a tornado nor do I want to.Delete
I love the fact that okra, like sweet potatoes and a lot of our favorite foods here came from Africa.
The nights have turned cool here, the promise of fall, its the weather i love best. I hope you get a break from the heat there soon. you make me curious to try deep fried okra. i'm pretty sure my mother used to try to serve them to me boiled, and i wasn't having it, not one bit.ReplyDelete
I bet you could find a restaurant somewhere in all of NYC that fries okra. It's too messy to do at home! Get some fried squash and fried green tomatoes while you're at it. Then take some Tums.Delete
I wouldn't eat boiled okra as a child either. Probably not now, to tell you the truth.
I think it might be the season to visit los Angeles. Just sayin'....ReplyDelete
I'll let you know should I make a plan...Delete
I hope the hurricane bypasses you. I wouldn't be able to stand that amount of heat, I have become less tolerant of it as I get older. I'll give okra another try. Deep fried anything usually appeals to meReplyDelete
It's amazing how almost everything fried is so damn delicious.Delete
Harvey is big area wise but still just a cat 2 though they keep saying it will be cat 3 when it lands. it's been miserably hot here, hot and humid, heat index around 106˚ or 107˚. just standing or walking around in the shade! has my hair soaking wet. Stephen F Austin did the same thing about Texas to get settlers...painted this humid mosquitoey swamp as a temperate paradise. HA!ReplyDelete
I'm sorry Ellen- that sounds too big for me. But yes, I honestly know what you mean about just standing in the shade. I just took my hair down to take a little nap and it was still absolutely soaked from my walk.Delete
I am thinking about you and hoping all is well with all of my heart.
They think you're the Electric Grandmother.ReplyDelete
Oh, Hank! The best! Just the best! I love you!Delete
Panthers? Good lord. I didn't know you had panthers. But it's the biting insects that would do me in. I'm such a wuss.ReplyDelete
LOL...I stole that image from someone else, so I have no claim to it! 😄 Do you walk early in the morning? That's the only way I could stand to exercise in the summer when I lived in Florida. Anytime after 8 am was too late!ReplyDelete