Thursday, April 23, 2009
Pijemy kawe z mleczkiem. Dwie male czarne. Czekamy az perkolator przestanie spiewac. Mglisty opar juz zniknal z metalowej czesci. Perkolator zaczyna pykac - zobacz misty vapor na dolnej czesci metalowej. This story is for Marzenna. She lives far away from my house, and I invited her for coffee.
Posted by Malgorzata at Thursday, April 23, 2009
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
I developed a strange appreciation for people in random places, like the supermarket where I go almost everyday -- those faces of total strangers, the fellow humans that are on this planet with me at the same time -- we share the earth together. And then there are the people that are closer to me, because they are close to my children: my children's friends, boy-friends, girl-friends, guy friends. But, the people that want to have lunch with me -- why don't I care about them that much? - Because they talk to you through Internet, via email. You don't see them, they are not real. You tell your art class students (who are on the average 10 years old), that the drawings that we, the artists do (draw), are not real, that they are like an illusion; and you don't really know if they believe you Miss Margo.
Posted by Malgorzata at Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
I took this picture before devouring this triangular
stack of pancakes made by Chef HK, who
is a master of making pancakes. I used to think
that pancakes have to be made from the box mix.
We usually had a box of pancake mix
in our pantry. It was Bisquick, and then
I saw a movie with Spencer Tracy and Katherine
Hepburn - where she wanted to be a perfect little
wife, and made him waffles from scratch---wow! -
this was definitely a big culinary revelation to me! -
I copied that movie waffle recipe and later found a pancake
recipe in some cook book. From then on I made my own
pancake mix, but not for that long... we are back buying
pancake mix again - Aunt Jemima this time. Chef HK gets
good, fluffy pancakes from the box mix every time, which can't
be said about my personal "from scratch pancake mix".
I must add here that waffles come out OK from the
homemade mix, but since I hate cleaning the waffle iron,
pancakes are ruling in our kitchen once again.
Thank you Aunt Jemima!
Friday, April 17, 2009
It’s hard to write these Tales from Pancake Houses. I don’t get paid for doing them, and I don’t really like eating pancakes that much – I eat pancakes once a year, when I go to North Carolina with my family; and lately, because of the economy, we haven’t been going there at all! Today I am eating at a pancake house a.k.a. diner, but It’s a Greek place, so pancakes are not the best item on the menu, I assume. I am hanging on the edge of things lately, so I won’t even say anything about food - I’ll eat my mysterious sandwich with a wedge of a pickle and drink some Orange Pekoe tea with a slice of lemon, and I’ll be on my way. Reporting from the edge of things - - “Your Writer”; April 17, 2009; 2:34 pm.
Blue is not my favorite color, but I like it. I like it enough to take pictures of blue flowers. I like haze and fog, and I like when things are not clear and slightly out of focus - - my focus, not yours. You, dear reader, can adjust your focus to your liking. My efforts to present the images to you are important, but the final impression is entirely superfluous, and if I may add: totally appreciated, but in a very impersonal yet a bit subjective way.
Thursday, April 16, 2009
The struggles are not over
but they are less dramatic
or less painfully felt
I am keeping my thoughts close to my bones
and not spilling them over to my heart and hands
I work more
saving money to go to Moscow with Nathalie
I wish those words would mean what I want them to mean
but as they have said: We escape ourselves and hide with bad lattes
between book shelves. This would've been fine
if moods didn't need Godiva chocolates to be paid for
with credit cards.
Sunday, April 12, 2009
I went to a channelling meeting, and there was food there. The flan was with coconut shreds, and then a piece of mint stepped into it after being separated from the salad of red onion and walnuts. I also ate roasted fingerling potatoes and sampled other stuff. My Corning Ware casserole with a blue cornflower was left in Reverend Larry's refrigerator. I feel fine, because I have a family: two daughters, husband, dog, 3 cats, plants; and my table wears pretty tablecloth that I sewed myself. There is a worm glow in my home, and my younger daughter sings; my older one pampers her cat. I am happy when I return home from my troubles and my travels.
Posted by Malgorzata at Sunday, April 12, 2009
Thursday, April 9, 2009
Hat Made by Cindy. Photo by MK.
Hat Made by Cindy. Photo by MK.
The Hat hung on the wall for a while, since February of last year.
Cindy - Lidia's friend, gave it to me for my birthday. I never wore it to the Garden Tea party.
Today was the Hat's glorious day.
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Tropical Wisteria a.k.a. Queen's Wreath, Sandpaper Vine, Petrea volubilis, Bluebird Vine in Bloom: Full Magic Power. Pictured here is our Wisteria
grown from a seed and planted under the "art room window". Photo: MK
This beautiful double flower has a double life in double color. It charms with two different shades of blue: the bottom petals are hazy lilac-blue, and the top flower is vibrant blue-purple. The bottom petals dry on the vine and lose their color, but the top delicate, soft violet/pansy-like flowers drop to the ground creating a magic carpet - I doubted that they belonged to the Tropical Wisteria I saw last Tuesday on the grounds of the little botanical garden by the painting studios of the U of M Art Dept. in Coral Gables (where I painted as a postgrad student 17 years ago). Lidia was there with me.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Sometimes things are going their own way. Stuff grows on its own, without planting. Confusing messages heard and spoken interweave themselves totally uninvited, and unintentional chaos brews itself like tea. I take a moistened teabag and stain a 9"x 12" piece of white watercolor paper. I think I need to consult a Psychic.
Posted by Malgorzata at Thursday, April 02, 2009
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