liezlwashere:

Clay of the Day | 03.08.10

Meen Bellpeppers the Carrot Farmer Edition

This is my clay tribute to my buddy, Ameen.
The man of a billion doppelgangers.
The lover of burritos.
The wearer of fez hats.

legend has it that where ameen steps, plants sprout. oh wait, that isn’t a legend, it really happened.

there’s a new social networking site just for gardeners. it also looks like everyone within 50 miles of me logged into this site once and never used it again, but hopefully i can use this to keep track of what i’m planting. the excel spreadsheets were abandoned months ago.

(via drowsybutcher)

probably the best thing ever

first, grow some peas. they’ll be flowers before they’ll be pea pods, but they’ll still taste like peas. (they do! try them on salad! don’t eat sweet pea flowers or peas though. those look like peas but are actually poisonous.)

when your peas are ready, use scissors to cut them off the plant. (don’t pull them off the stem, the plants are too delicate.) shell them, steam/boil/scatter on salad/put them in a bowl/etc and eat them. but what does a pea pod that’s ready to eat look like?

would you go with the left or right pods? the ones on the right are nice and plump, and when i asked my boyfriend last night which ones he’d eat he chose the ones on the right. these are not the peas you want to eat! you want the ones on the left. when your peas look like the ones on the right, they’re really only good for saving to plant or for drying and using in soup. they’re starchy, dry, and sometimes even a little bitter. the ones on the left are juicy, sweet, and taste like concentrated springtime.

so remember…

don’t eat these peas!

eat these ones! they are delicious, good for you, and full of green pea-ness. they will fill your mouth with a peanessy flavor. you’ll have their pea-ness on the brain for days after! in fact, some people might call you pea-ness obssessed. JESUS CHRIST WHY DO PEOPLE STILL LET ME ON THE INTERNET

the first peas of the year. tiny, but delicious. 2 rows of the pea plants are completely covered in pods, and in 2 weeks the other plants should be ready too. hopefully it’s nice and warm today and tomorrow so more peas are ready to pick on sunday.

pizzwizzler:

In honor of a special day. Try to spot all 37 of the dicks Dante’s girlfriend, Veronica has sucked in this photo.

some of them are even in a row

liezlwashere:

Angel’s Point at Elysian Park | Los Angeles, CA | 02.28.10

(via heather)

i got a delicious breakfast with liezl on sunday morning courtesy monsieur egg (KNEEL BEFORE MONSIEUR EGG), and i got to indulge my heritage by taking pictures of someone taking pictures. (i swear i saw japanese people do this in hawaii all the time when i lived there. i also lived there from 1990-1993. jesus god that was a long ass time ago)

here’s some stuff i grew!

a baby watermelon radish and mignon/purple haze baby carrots. the purple haze ones have an orange core but the outsides turn purple as they get bigger. did you know wild carrots were purple? the dutch domesticated them and turned them orange in the 15th century as a tribute to the king, because orange is their national color. i told my boyfriend this when i showed him my carrots. he was silent for a second and went “that’s a really weird random thing to know”. this is a guy who will enter and win trivia contests with me, who doesn’t blink an eye when i can answer every single question in a round of jeopardy, who i have dated for 4 YEARS and all of a sudden he’s realizing that holy shit, his girlfriend knows a lot of weird stuff about various topics? i think i said HEY SHUT UP and fake-stomped away. i love you andrew. 4 MORE YEARS 4 MORE YEARS

the most ocd salad.

2 heads of “4 seasons” butter lettuce and 1 of “tom thumb” butter lettuce. the left head of 4 seasons grew in the shade, and the right one grew in the sun. so the more light it gets, the redder it turns! as it warms up, apparently the green color changes to more of a yellow-green. it’s like a time-lapse thermometer sort of.

i had a little extra time on lunch one day, so i went to the garden and picked a handful of lettuce and took it back to the office for lunch. no dressing. it tasted just as good as it looks. (the tomatoes are from trader joes. mine aren’t ready yet)

lolla rossa “majesty” lettuce. the outside leaves are frilly and red and the interiors are lime green.

The passing of Andrew Koenig prompted me to write this, but it’s something that will apply to plenty of people.

I have dealt with suicidal, unipolar depression and I take medication daily to treat it. On two separate occasions over the past seven years, I’ve had two episodes that were severe…

Rob Delaney is a good guy and a good comic who lives here in LA. we talk sometimes, mostly about hobo-themed repetitive stress injuries. (long story) recently a mutual friend/acquaintance named Andrew Koenig disappeared and committed suicide in Vancouver BC. this has shocked and saddened so many people around here. Rob wrote a lovely piece on depression and i wanted to add my thoughts to it. so here they are, reposted from “a special internet message board dot net”

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i didn’t want to post this but if it helps someone out there then i feel like i really should say it. i lost my dad to suicide, brought on in part by bipolar disorder, in 2001. he was 45 and i was 16. even after being hospitalized twice to deal with the aftereffects of grief, trauma, depression, all that whiny crap etc., i still refused to take my own medication consistently or be under a doctor’s care for about 8 years. a lot of it was ridiculously awful, and there were days and weeks where i couldn’t get out of bed or leave the house. a lot of days, the only talking i could do was to my friends on AST. last year i decided i had finally had enough, or i got enough of a kick in the ass from my friends/family to take care of myself, or i got tired of feeling like a hypocrite - maybe all 3 - anyway, i’ve been back under a doctor’s care since november. i feel like i kind of robbed myself of almost 10 years of my life for not really any good reason.

i’m saying this because i also had the realization in january that if i only live to be as old as my dad, then that means i have less than 20 years to kick ass and be awesome. one of the things about suicide is it will absolutely mess up your friends and family for a long time. but the other thing is it will also remind your friends and family in the most horrible way possible that they also have a limited time on this planet, and they need to make the most of it, especially because their loved one can’t make the most of it anymore. in a way it was almost like some sort of sick gift. i don’t know how to explain it without sounding like some sort of macabre motherfucker. if there’s two things you learn when someone close to you commits suicide, it’s that EVERYONE that person was close to is affected, and that a lot more people will be hurt by it than the person ever could have realized.

basically, everything rob said in his thing, you should really take to heart. depression can be dealt with. you’re not going to feel like this forever. also, writing all this down made me kind of want to puke, but whatever. i hope it helps someone.