plum syrup is worthy of myth and legend

cloudy and breezy, the grass has turned green and a tree outside the bedroom window has red fingernails blooming a springtime. the trash cans blow across the sidewalk, half a roll one way, another half the other way.

we zoo'd yesterday. after naps and noodles and donning hooded sweatshirts we drove through the gray to see horribly large cockroaches (eating bananas) and bats(napping) and snakes(twisting together).

terribly, it was mating day at the zoo. for the african native creatures, anyhow. enormous porcupines. nonchalant lions. mystifying.





my darling ernie brought a gift to me after work yesterday. he knows what to do. he brought home the wondrously delightful book by moby and kelly tisdale. this vegan trip called "teany book" is full of "stories, food, romance cartoons and of course, tea." the thing is funny, happy and deliciously photographed. i want to eat or drink everything pictured.

here are some excerpts for you to enjoy and obsess over so that the one you love the most can go on out and buy it for you yourself.



about the chamomile and lemongrass hair rinse:
"do you ever take a shower and don't want to wash your hair (because you don't want it to be 'fluffy', so you just rinse it but feel like you should be putting something it it? this is the stuff to put in it."

about the avocado, beet, and mango, salad with blood orange tea vinaigrette (aka the dish of bliss):
"why is this dish the dish of bliss? can you think of a better way to describe a salad that is savory, sweet, crunchy, mushy, fresh, filling and really pretty?"

about the chocolate and green tea pudding:
"like all drug addictions, an addiction to chocolate is something that builds over time, wherein you always need a stronger quality and larger quantity of the drug in order to satisfy your addiction."

on the book itself:
"it's a book about teany. it has tea and food and tea robots and a fake history of teany on the lower east side and lots of strange and interesting stories and anecdotes and cartoons and even some romance."

the kitchen windows are propped open. henry washed spiderman and fingers and bowls in the kitchen sink while i washed the floor as jude followed me around on the floor, pulling himself up to my back, laughing at me.

obsessively i clean the house. when the sunshine comes to visit i want the house to be clean and shiny.

the bevel on the mirror of my dresser makes a rainbow, something to do with the glass of the windows, the mirror, the light. it was late morning and the boys were falling asleep in my bed, quietly, tapping each other, pulling hands and hair, drifting off on silver clouds of sleep while i watched the rainbow flicker in acentric swirling circles.