31 July 2009

watch out!

The kitty hunts bugs.

What did I eat? Falafel with kefir sauce and tomato salad. The beet soup is improved.

30 July 2009


Having sealed the animals inside the house in thirty degree heat, I rushed home. The house was cool. The borscht was sour.

Instead: cucumber mint soup.
1/3 cucumber
kefir (to consistency)
small handful mint leaves
pinch of salt

Nice and cool.

29 July 2009

letting my bebe go

My kitteh is asserting himself to the dog while using me as a human shield. Also, pretending to sleep while watching the dog.

hot pink soup

Pickling beets. Grandma's recipe, with cardamon from me.

Next up is cold borscht. Not grandma's recipe, but I have high hopes. Apparently beets have antidepressant qualities.

dangerously good

cherry tomatoes from the garden, halved
tiny white onion from the garden in tiny dice
caraway thyme from the garden
drizzle of olive oil
pinch salt
pinch toasted sesame seeds

magical lack of onion breath.

lady w is...

air conditioning her desk with a bowl of ice cubes and a fan.

28 July 2009

first quarter moon

Night gardening. The scent of rosemary reminds me of my grandmother. She used to have a brick herb garden and would let me pick them for her.


sharp knife
thinly sliced lemon
1/4 tsp white sugar

crazy story

His great-grandmother Dominique de Menil was an heiress of the Schlumberger oil fortune, an American grande dame who rode horseback in the Bois de Boulogne and married a French banker she had met in a ballroom at Versailles. One of their daughters, Philippa, co-founded the Dia Center for the Arts in Manhattan, while another, Christophe, married Robert Thurman, a famed scholar of Buddhism. Mr. Thurman eventually divorced her and remarried, fathering with his second wife (a German-Swedish model previously married to Timothy Leary) the actress Uma Thurman.

via Alice Gregory and The NYT

27 July 2009


After receiving his morning morphine, Bebe jumped up on the bed and began thrashing around. He wiggled himself under my duvet, leaving his bum sticking up in the air, the rest of him wrapped in a cocoon of white sheets. It was like the love scene from Romeo + Juliet, minus the sex.

girlie drinks

soda (pellegrino)
a handful of cherries, halved
a few mint leaves
spoonful of syrup derived from candying grapefruit, orange and tangerine peel (lemon juice and sugar)


I don't know that I need a cat. I suspect taking care of him makes me better at taking care of myself in a sane way, and for that reason I am selfishly attached.


Margaret Shaida: The Legendary Cuisine of Persia
Claudia Roden: Arabesque, a taste of Morocco, Turkey and Lebanon
Christiane Dabdoub Nasser: Classic Palestinian Cuisine
Madhur Jaffrey: Indian Cooking
Claudia Roden: The Book of Jewish Food
Claudia Roden: The New Book of Middle Eastern Food


big white peach
last night's homemade lettuce and avocado sushi
empty house, shaded from summer heat

26 July 2009

unwished for drama

My little cat is sick. RIght off the top (of his tail) he has neurological damage. His claws to not retract and his reaction time is a little slow, making us a good pair, I guess, so long as he is not in pain. But it seems he is - he has inflamed joints.

The cat was prescribed an anti-inflammatory medication. This medication has been studied only in Europe: small animals having a generally reduced ability to process medications, and there is some difficulty with respect to obtaining consent, as it were, or at least not doing harm. So in addition to this Metacam, which, when the cat began barfing with increased frequency, a nice young vet informed me can cause ulcers and reduced, I have been offered Kitty morphine and a weight-adjusted formula for administering human antacid. I'm sort of shitting myself right now (which, incidentally, is exactly what the cat did in the car on the way home from the first veterinarian).

On the plus side, I have the sort of relationship with the young vet that I wish I had with my own doctor. I observe in detail and communicate clearly; he is open and direct about what could be the problem, risks, and options for treatment, while hearing my desire to not overload the cat and create further problems. On the minus side, my cat could have feline aids or leukemia increasing his susceptibility to infection. If you've never been grossed out about rescue cats, google at your own risk.

This could be the longest post I've ever written, which is both sad and an illustration of the ineffectiveness of my chosen deterrent to the same, giving the cat a ridiculous nom de blog. Dodo is a gentle soul who I love to spend time with, and watching him feel poorly makes me agitated and ill at ease.

homegrown herbal tea

big pinch of sage
2 sprigs lavendar
small pinch peppermint

= serenity in a cup.

21 July 2009

nom de blog

DAN THE CAT is so polite he regularly picks the least comfortable places in the room in which to sit and sleep. He is very small and has no tail [MANXY] but when he lies down beside me he stretches out as long as he can go [SOLIDARITY].

20 July 2009

mon ami

I adopted a cat. We picked each other out some time ago, while I was quite sick, and waited to make it final. He climbed into my lap and started purring, which mellowed me right out. He is a sweetheart and a perfect gentleman. He likes catnip.