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Pie

It is a very odd thing about this raw stuff...I have been craving chocolate and sweets lately. Or I thought I was. All week I dreamed of pie. Robert Smith and pie. I am kidding. Sort of. In that "Oh, Fuck Off!" sort of way.

Anyway, I was extremely sad that I didn't to drive down to get another piece of fruit pie from the Farmer's Market Saturday morning. It was good enough to drive to Coral Gables for. Seriously. I am a now a fruitpiewhore instead of a shoewhore, eh?

So after having missed out on that and then passing on horridly marked up single servings of aforementioned pie in Glaser Farm's raw food case at the Whole Foods Market, I made a very delicious recipe today called Raw Applesauce Pie. The crust is kind of a graham cracker crust texture but made of soaked almonds, dates, vanilla and cinnamon all ground in the food processor and then patted down into the pie plate. The filling is made of apples, dates and raisins all ran through the juicer with the blank plate and then pureed to a smooth consistency in the food processor while you add in cinnamon. It tastes exactly like apple butter. So then you put it in the shell and chill it. Good stuff. It tasted like it had Cool Whip in it, I swear. No clue why though. The kind of stuff that makes you make funny little pleasure noises when you take the first bite because it tastes that good. Then you just kind of linger a little with each bite, committing the whole experience to taste bud memory, because you certainly don't want to gobble the whole thing up all at once and have it all over with. I swear food is such a intimate thing. Terry does not agree.

The only trouble with it was that I ate one piece and then felt like I had just eaten a whole pie. It tasted very good but was way too heavy. I don't miss that feeling anymore. So even though it was probably one of the most healthy desserts on the planet it was still very much a dessert. I am sure it was fattening even in all it's goodness. All those dates have to be a serious amount of sugar, unrefined or not. That isn't something I am going to want to do every day. There is a lot to be said for the simplicity of a hand full of berries or a piece of sweet fruit. I guess I will stick to trying to keep my high priced avocado and pineapple addictions under control and leave the pie for special occasions.

So The Cure will be in Cincinnati tomorrow night. I could kick myself for not having tickets and all. Could have at one point. I didn't think we would be able to plan the family trip up around it. At that point we were still discussing a cabin in NC for fall. It is a shame they couldn't have been up there in late November as I am sure a grandmother or two wouldn't mind keeping the kids for a few hours. *sigh* As magnificent as it was, it still sucks that it has come and gone, you know?

So, I have talked to a couple of my friends up there about us coming up and it feels really nice to have someone looking forward to seeing us. I was starting to wonder if we hadn't just fallen off the planet. I had thought of renting a lodge of some sort and throwing a huge party while up there. I even started a guest list and got to about eighty people in twenty minutes and then decided that was a rather large undertaking and not one Terry seems interested in participating in. I don't even think half that many people attended our wedding. I just thought it might give us a chance to at least get to see everyone. It might be nice for everyone else to see each other too. It is hard to run around and spend as much time with everyone and make sure we get to everyone's house when they are home while we are there. We try. It just always seems that we miss some people and it sucks. We will have quite a bit of time this time around though. So if we don't do the party we will still have several days. It might be a little weird to have that many people in one place for no grand occasion anyway. It would probably be uncomfortable.

I really want to see my brother. I haven't seen him in five years or more. The only reason it hasn't been twice that long is that I ran into him in a doctor's office when we were living back there in 2000. I don't think he has seen Hope since she was a tiny baby. Even then he didn't really see her, I think she was in a car seat. I keep asking myself why this is so important to me. I still can't answer it. I want my kids to know my brother. I can't give them a normal family. I accept that. My brother is really all I have left of who I was. You can look at him and tell we are brother and sister. He looks like my dad and my uncles. I look like them too. That means something to me. I can't begin to understand or explain why. I sure as hell don't understand why it has to be so complicated that I just can't call him up and ask him how he is or send him an email and tell him I love him.

Anyway, pie. The Cure and pie. The Cure, Cincinnati and pie. Yeah.

Posted by gwendolyn on August 02, 2004 at 09:55 PM