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new year’s day

The house was clean and the table set with retro swirls. The french press was in high demand as soon as the Quaker and the Hawaiian arrived. They were in from D.C. and in their typical style, had their Cake and ate it too. On the way down, Q & H stopped in Asheville for a night and told us of vegetarian delicacies and hippies. They brought us a bag of coffee beans from the Early Girl Eatery, which have delighted our mugs since. In surprise attendance were the JBombs, with their new little guy, complete with his excellent indie-rock haircut.

Emerson was inscribed in chalk above the coffee station and black beans were simmering on the cooktop. I simply heated up some olive oil and  sauteed a 1/4 of an orange bell pepper, 1/2 an onion, and some garlic and then added some canned Goya black beans. Suddenly an idea lit and I heated up a pot of water to slow cook some grits. As I stirred and stirred, Eddie Harris pulsed through the kitchen, and I shredded colby-jack into the thick grits. The beans bubbled gently and Mrs. B cracked eggs and lowered them gentler still in to the pot for poaching. Sunny sides looking out into the new year.

Serving up bowls,                                                                                                                                                                           grits, then beans and eggs                                                                                                                                                                to the weary travelers of 2011.                                                                                                                                                          Red and green salsas                                                                                                                                                                        peppering the way of 2012.

All around the table, I realize that one resolution is already taking hold – Entertaining. Feeding the body, feeding the soul through creative fellowship.

Oscar Peterson serenades                                                                                                                                                              adults in mid-life, mid stride.                                                                                                                                                        different lives                                                                                                                                                                                     meeting, converging                                                                                                                                                                          asking, demanding                                                                                                                                                                     creativity, happiness                                                                                                                                                                           joy, abandon.                                                                                                                                                                                  eating huevos rancheros with poached eggs and grits                                                                                                             drinking coffee                                                                                                                                                                               wondering about the next time.

Everyone in my life is perfect.                                                                                                                                                           Perfectly themselves.

Tagged ,

and the songs switch to winter

watching the world spin around

I often forget

what pleasure it is to watch the sun go down

above the tree line,

the thick November rust of what is left

of the leaves.

Granite slopes away towards

everything else

in closer to solstice


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