Some Family Time

As soon as Amy and Ben arrive they start the sangria.

Make 24 hours before using.

They cut up:

Apricots, plums, peaches, apple, pitted black cherries, mango, ginger, small stem of bruised mint. Then poured in 2 cups Southern Comfort in lieu of brandy and 1 gallon dry red wine.

It is a nice mix for hot summer days. When all is consumed dispose of fruit responsibly. Garbage disposal is better than compost pile where wildlife can become quite ill. Ben may have caused a squirrel to die happy.

Next just before dinner we moved onto a Cucumber Aquavit Gimlet:

2 shots Aquavit mixed with muddled two mint leaves, the juice of 1/4 lime, 1 tsp sugar and one slice of cucumber. Strain and pour over ice. Garnish with mint sprig.

Next a rosemary simple syrup was made by heating 1 cup sugar to 1 cup water and 1/4 cup chopped fresh rosemary. Bring to boil and strain into a bottle.

Now you can make a Rosemary Old Fashioned

2 shots bourbon, 1 shot rosemary syrup, 2 dashes bitters. Mine had angostura bitters, Ben chose celery bitters. Garnish with rosemary sprig. They looked and tasted quite different but both very good.

Mine.

 

Ben’s.

The celery bitters is a less sweet, more dry and savory. version. Nice.

A note from Ben: The word “utepils” is Norwegian for sitting outside and enjoying a beer. It is looked on as a holiday and with a capital “U” designates the holiday of the first day Norwegians can do this.

The following day we watched a you tube video of Tasting History with Max Miller. A fascinating series of early, early recipes. This is where Ben learned how to make the Epityrum we were eating with crackers and cheese at the cocktail hour. It is very much like a tapenade.

Epityrum

2 cups pitted assorted brined olives chopped and set aside in bowl.  In separate bowl mix 1/4 cup olive oil, 2 T red wine vinegar, 1 T chopped coriander leaves, 1/2 tsp ground cumin, 1 T chopped fennel, 2 tsp chopped rue or rosemary leaves and 1 T mint. Pour herb mixture over olives to marinate. This is delicious and we can thank Cato the Elder in early Greek times for it.     Watching Tasting History You Tube episodes is fun.

We decided to forego dinner after eating so much at the cocktail hour and finished the evening with this drink we called Rhubarb Sunset Cocktail made using Ben’s Rhubarb Ginger Cordial.

First you need the bottled cordial made three weeks ahead of time.

In 2 quart jar put 1 lb of cut up rhubarb, a fifth (750ml) gin, 1/2 cup sugar, 3 large strips of orange zest, a one inch knob of fresh ginger. Store in dark place turning occasionally to mix ingredients and dissolve sugar. Strain and bottle in three weeks.

Rhubarb Sunset Cocktail

Over ice pour 2 shots rhubarb cordial, a healthy splash of tonic water and the juice of a good size lime wedge. Toss in lime remains as garnish. Absolutely delicious!

We had two very nice bird watching walks along the river and I would put some of the pictures here but I will save them for next time.

Ben also had time to make several prints of his first white line wood carving. He is now carving another block.

I don’t know what we are drinking tonight besides Sangria which appears to be an “anytime” refresher.

Til later….

 

 

 

 

Studio Time Before Company

Yesterday I tested out the wood blocks and printed them on a tai kozo as well as a fused silk.

The middle one bothered me so this morning I re-carved the underground part….more roots because if this is the mid stage of a man it is where his roots take hold….where he develops and grows. Aside from that it pairs better with the more carved other two stages of a man.

See what I mean? Anyway when these have completely dried I will decide if I want to use the silk or the paper prints and then begin thinking of the stitching patterns and whether to add cloth.

Once the redone block was printed this morning I cleaned up the mess and started making a gum solution out of scrapings from an Australian tree I collected several years ago. Not sure how successful it is but so far seems to do the trick.

Melting the resin.

Bottling the solution with a darkening agent.

It took quite a bit of time to make but I can use this for my earth pigment watercolors and other things.

More pages are filled in drawing book. Influenced by stitching marks and thinking of roots. Just drawing that tree and its underground made me want to think about another illustrated book of things that happen down there. It is something to put my mind to that requires another step after the first one is taken.  A story more involved than the earlier book, Down the Rabbit Hole. Anyway here are the drawings.

I also need to do more stitched pieces for this book….

And this morning the juvenile Cooper’s Hawk just the other side of the screen. His constant cries sound more like an angry frightened mouse than a raptor. I enjoy his company each morning and that of one of his parents who must be wishing he’d find his own food.

Amy and Ben arrive later today and I will put a quiche in the oven and find a good movie to watch with a glass of wine while I wait. Sounds good to me.

Til later….

 

Missing What Was While Adjusting To What Is

A friend suggested that what some of us go through is a “slow grief.” I think that is true. I try to hurry it along but it lingers there just out of view. Yesterday driving back from seeing Lee I wished for it to be just three months ago. When I could still take him past places he remembered. He doesn’t even remember me now. And all things considered that is probably a good thing. With the little strength he has he would maybe cling to me to take him away.

And whatever I would show him to see his response has changed. The curve and hill with the pasture full of sheep that he always got ready for is sheepless….now just weeds and an overgrown barn. The “bad girl cows” who only once escaped across the road into lush lawns are now kept where they belong because of a mended fence. The pond where we always looked for geese is being drained by the property owners. All changes in the last few months.

Changes can happen so quickly and the grief those changes cause just loiters there in the doorway of looking backwards.

I stay away from those who think it kind to say something nice about what is beyond that door of not so long ago. I don’t do well with public displays of sympathy. I have a box full of all the cards of caring words. I put them in there as soon as I wipe my face and am so grateful that those friends chose this method of being kind. A private kindness that allows me to miss what was, grieve and then close the box. Thank you for that. To be honest “slow grief” is in no hurry to move along.

But I am working on distractions.

We now have three tiny fawns visiting. Lee always loved seeing the rabbits down where the deer are fed.

The other morning on the Riverwalk. The start of a beautiful day.

So many Canadian geese.

And these reminding me to keep moving, follow the signs.

And I follow them. Back over the bridge.

Past the bergamot

and into my car to head for the coffee shop, where I order a skim milk lavender latte.

Work in the studio and then the start of another day…

Til later….