Tomorrow night (Wednesday, Dec 4th), the NOLA Fruit Tree Project
is holding their First Annual Kick-Off to Citrus Season Cocktail Contest & Fundraiser. The event is at Elisabeth’s in the Bywater from 6:00 to 9:00, and entry gets you samples of each contestants’ drinks, 2…
Tonight! Tonight! New Orleanians, come on out and support. The rest of you, think of us from 6-9 and send winning vibes our way.
Seeds are in the mail, I have a lead on borrowing a good roto-tiller, and the neighborhood group seems to be ok with the plan for a guerrilla garden. My plan is to plant wild flowers in the front, put some trees up in line with the front porch (to the right), and plant vegetables in the back.
Get ready everyone…my tumblr is about to blow up with photos/updates of the guerrilla garden Zack and I are working to create in this abandoned lot next door. Flowers, veggies, community…it’s right up my alley!
We’re heading down South!
We’re so excited to announce that starting this fall, we’ll be starting up StorySLAMs in both Houston and New Orleans. Can’t wait to hear all your stories!
There are not words to describe how excited I am about this. I live for live story-telling. Expect me there every month.
Health writer Jo Robinson tells Dave Davies why we should eat dandelion:
[G]o out and find a dandelion leaf, rinse it well, and take a bite, and pay attention to your senses. For the first 10 seconds you won’t sense much at all, except you’ll notice that the leaf is hairy, and quite dense, quite chewy. Then, this bloom of bitterness [will] come at the roof of your mouth and go down your throat, and it’s going to stay there for about 10 minutes. And many of the wild plants that we used to eat had levels of bitterness similar to that dandelion. … Compared to spinach, which we consider a superfood, [a dandelion] has twice as much calcium, and three times as much vitamin A, five times more vitamins K and E, and eight times more antioxidants.
I think Zack needs a copy of this. That he will share with me, of course. We have been walking through the wilds of…everywhere…looking around at what we can eat. Chanterelles are just the start. The tasty, tasty start.
Elisa bought me a fantastic book called the Drunken Botanist by Amy Stewart, and in that spirit, we’ve done a little gardening on the porch of her uptown shotgun with cocktails in hand. There are a few new pepper plants, a new succulent, and even a few wormwood plants in the mix.
Inside, we’ve been experimenting with tinctures, and now have extracts of lavender, rosemary (from the garden), basil, bay leaf, rooibos, and elderflower, among others, for
It’s true! This book, and this man, have made my porch so lovely and inspiring. Not to mention that if you walk into a fancy bar with The Drunken Botanist in hand (yes, we read at bars!), they will chat you up and maybe, just maybe, buy you a drink and tell you secrets of where to buy the best booze in the city.
Springtime is so damn lovely this year.
I have a really good feeling about this week. Day off tomorrow and a visit from a far away friend, then red beans and rice dinner with our dear departing John Deere execs. Later in the week, a long-awaited visit from my most handsome and amazing fella, and off Friday-Tuesday for bike rides, eating, drinking, and all that New Orleans has to offer. Y’all, Springtime in New Orleans is really pretty magical.
Super Sunday certainly lived up to it’s name today! Super Sunday (the Sunday closest to St. Joseph’s Day, another heavily celebrated day in New Orleans) is the Mardi Gras indians biggest day. They debut their stunning handmade indian outfits and “battle” in the streets of Central City before second-lining through the streets. There are indians from age 3 to age…old, each with intricately hand-sewn headresses, aprons, shoes, and staffs.
The day includes brass bands, street food, booze (It’s New Orleans, after all!), revelry, hollering, and an astounding number of photographers. For me it also included brunch and a bike ride.
As per tradition, I gave this indian a few bucks for letting me get a photo with him. Later I saw him hollering and dancing on La Salle Blvd in traditional indian style. I was pretty much the only person there not Instagramming the whole thing, which was odd; even kids and the elderly had their iPhones out, snapping away.
Just bought fried chicken, a king cake, Abita Mardi Gras Bock, and Bayou Teche Courir de Mardi Gras.
Must be the first big parade of the longest, best weekend of the year…MARDI GRAS.
I’ll sleep next Tuesday (for about 14 hrs), when i put away my tutu and hot pants for the year (or till the next New Orleans party).
Now that Super Bowl is over, we get a chance to rest in New Orleans…for 2 days until the parades start up on Wednesday evening. Looks like the whole city will sleep (hard) again the night of Fat Tuesday. Good thing we have king cake, coffee, and beer to sustain and energize us.
Let’s do the damn thing.