What magic is it that happens when you combine lemon grass, lime, cilantro, shallot, fiery green chili, fish sauce, garlic, and blend to a paste? That aromatic green paste then simmered with coconut milk, chicken, and vegetables yields a dish that hits all the senses while simultaneously taking me back to Thailand and the first curry I'd ever had prepared in its native land. That delicious green concoction becomes something even greater when it is paired with a fair headed beauty that shares a love of life, travel, and all the magic it involves. It is a wondrous thing when two people come together and conversation flows like a river, meandering one way then another, no predetermined course before it. When that connection trumps sleep and the conversation ticks forward towards the rising sun and can't yet be halted even for sleep. When it then plows on through a mid morning bloody mary with gluten free salmon benedict and a lamb hash punctuated by the silliness that comes
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What is that feeling when you're driving away from people and they recede on the plain till you see their specks dispersing? - it's the too-huge world vaulting us, and it's good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies. ― Jack Kerouac, On the Road I need a blog again. Lacking one, the start of this new journey will largely be posted here. Last week I was back in Missouri cleaning out my parent’s house. No one should ever have to make the kind of choices that forces one to make. Which items are those you should keep? In a time when most people want less stuff, how many generations of keep sakes do we need? Is it disrespectful to toss away every greeting, valentines, and birthday card my grandparents and I ever sent one another? What I ended up setting aside was not at all what I expected. Photos of course, but my dad’s buck stitch belt and the buckle he made for himself? Why his shoe polishing kit? The massive oak