Leaves and beds

I found a heart shaped leaf on the dirt path below the farmhouse. I picked it up and put it in my pocket, thinking I'd come back and put it above my bed, soon your bed too. A few steps later I saw that the leaf came from a branch, then a tree, full of heart shaped leaves. So many beds!

Modern Manhattan

Two shots Bulleit Rye

Two dashes angostura bitters

Splash of Grand Marnier

Dry vermouth enough to bathe a martini glass

Meyer lemon twist

One cherry

Shake the whiskey, bitters, and Grand Marnier with ice and pour over vermouth and twist. Add cherry and serve.

 

I see beauty in process oriented foods - shaken cocktails, shucked oysters, cracked crabs, steamed artichokes, and shelled peanuts. I especially enjoy the challenge of tackling these culinary projects in the remote locations and cramped quarters of backcountry ski huts and whitewater rafts. What's an unusual challenge you've undertaken lately?

Sleepwalker

I know how her feet would slide in these slippers
they're too long and puffy, like pom poms on a freshman.
But follow her legs up and see her graceful eyes.
If grace falls like a tree in a forest, sounding its presence
     whether anyone is around, then all we have to do
     is be
there.
And leave the cozy down booties beside the bed.

New lines for Spring

Thinking of things to show my lover when she's not around
warm clinging mist and soap smelling snow
Jared powers up the blower, clears steps to the door
beneath this white carpet, dormant grasses wait to be found