Archive for February, 2012

Reaping the Harvest

Wednesday, February 22nd, 2012

My herbs (dill, chives, sage, rosemary, oregano, thyme, mint, parsley, basil) are growing faster than I can knock them back.  I usually try to make things that allow me to really trim back the herbs, such as lasagna to utilize the basil and parsley.   The cherry tomatoes are up now up to the rafters, so I decided to do one of my old favorites (fabulous for pot-lucks as well),  and use up some of the mint, parsley, and cherry tomatoes.

Tabbouleh (Bulghar Wheat Salad)

Recipe here.

Bon Appetit!

~ Blonde Gator

 

Can Anyone Tell Me Where This Traffic is Coming From?

Tuesday, February 14th, 2012

I’m getting a zillion hits, here, today…..but my “incoming link” function isn’t working.

Anyone?  Bueller?

Gracias.

~ Blonde Gator

[Edit]  Seems there are some potential travellers reading here, my Copan Ruins photo page is racking up the hits.

Rehearsed Spontaneity ~ Biggest Phoney Evah

Monday, February 13th, 2012

Hmmm.  I ran across this very interesting piece on Ulsterman’s White House Insider.  It seems that The Won’s little “Al Green moment” at a fundraiser a few weeks ago wasn’t the spontaneous act of the hippest, coolest dude on the planet.   Rather, it was a pre-planned, heavily voice-coached, practiced-for-weeks routine, which was choreographed down to the overly exuberant crowd reaction, and pre-placed “fans” in the blogosphere to ensure the video went viral, down the the omnipresent use of the word “cool” in blog comments.

Go read the article, which dishes dirt on the whole thing, including the stage make-up and dye job.  Then watch the video.

I know “some say” Ulsterman’s White House Insider is a figment of his imagination.  But watch that video and tell me it’s not true, because you can’t do it!  Obama may be a consummate liar, but he’s a very, very bad actor (oh how I wish you could hear “very, very bad actor” in my head, with a distinct Bawney Fwank wisp).  Now watch that video a second time.  The tell is there, before his little stunt, and his self-satisfied grin, and “come on” gesture with his hand (“ain’t I the coolest?”) is proof positive.

Coolest man on the planet?  Hardly.  Biggest phoney evah!

~ Blonde Gator

Oh, BTW, I’ve decided this little uber-faux bit of “cool” will be included in my Handy Reference Guide to Obama’s Gaffes and Goofs….currently numbering 109, and counting.

Tomatoes, Anyone?

Monday, February 6th, 2012

These are actually Shanon’s, mine are about a week behind hers.

Black Cherries & SunGolds (both orange and red!!!)

I found a hornworm the other day, and wondered how they found my tomato plants.  Ewww.   The one I found had been “parasitized” as described in the link.  Double Ewww!  Shanon said she’d seen a moth on her plants, well now we know!

I also planted San Marzanos, Romas, & Better Boys, as well as a jalepeno pepper and a couple of tomatillo plants (from store bought tomatillos, this is an experiment, but I read they grow like weeds, so we shall see) in the “salsa box”, a 4′ x 4′ raised bed the guys made for me….I didn’t get that planted until early January, but everything is speeding right along.

B’ster bought me a food mill, so once the crop gets totally out of control, I’ll mill and make sauce, vacuum pack and freeze, so I can enjoy that fresh tomato flavor all summer long (in Florida, our growing season is fall through late spring).

Bon Appetit!

~ Blonde Gator

Polly Want A Cracker?

Friday, February 3rd, 2012

Politico’s Jonathan Martin recently mocked conservatives in Florida, by calling the northern Florida counties on the border “cracker counties”.   When confronted about the slur, he tried to walk it back, stating “In the Florida political-cultural parlance, it refers to a Florida native. It is as anybody down there who knows Florida culture knows politics well a term of endearment, and widely used.”

Now I am an “anybody down there” native Floridian, and I know for a fact the actual derivation of the term “cracker”.  Furthermore, it absolutely is not a term used to refer to all native Floridians.  The comments on those two blog posts ran the gamut, and of course, we got around to the carpetbagging snowbirds, etc.  And my fellow NB’er, GW, posted a fabulous Florida joke, which needs sharing:

A Greyhound bus was driving cross-country with a guy each from Idaho, Iowa, New York, and Florida. After a ways, the guy from Idaho opens the window and throws out a bag of potatoes, explaining that he’s going back home where there are plenty of potatoes, so he doesn’t have to lug that heavy bag around any more. After another ways, the guy from Iowa throws out his heavy bag of corn. After another ways, the guy from Florida opens his window and throws out the New Yorker.

That covers my basic sentiment about the Carpetbaggers (including Jonathan Martin).

~ Blonde Gator