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This is Thai basil from my garden. It’s very pretty when it flowers, and it seems to have developed a woody stem, which is making me wonder whether it’s a perennial in other parts of the world.

I don’t think it could possibly be a perennial here, given the severity of our winters.

I have got tons and tons of Thai basil—appreciably different flavor from Italian basil, by the way—so later this week, I imagine I am going to have to make several quarts of curry sauce.

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Meanwhile, it’s cold! It’s grey! It’s wet! It’s miserable!

The good news is that the Category 3 Hurricane is unlikely to take out New York.

The bad news is that it’s primed to take out northern Georgia through southern New Jersey.

Although, taking out southern New Jersey. Never a bad idea…

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I roasted and deep-froze approximately half of the 40-pound tomato haul last night. I could not face making More Tomato Sauce. Just. Could. Not.

Can barely face roasting and deep-freezing the other half of the haul today, but it seems so inherently wasteful not to preserve the bounty, like you’re slapping God in the face, you know?

L’s gentleman friend, C, watched as I prepped. He drives down from Albany every weekend to visit.

I like C, but he is kind of a caricature.

Like one time, I was in the kitchen with L and C, and L put the kettle on for tea and then left the room and forgot about it.

The kettle came to a boil and began to whistle.

C kept doing his crossword puzzle.

I deliberately let the kettle boil down because I was conducting a scientific experiment. I wanted to see if there was a point at which C might actually get off his ass and do something.

There wasn’t.

When the kettle was almost dry, I refilled it. And set it on the burner to let it boil and whistle again.

And C remained sitting at the table, pencil in hand, scowling ferociously. “Who was the actor who played the Professor on Gilligan’s Island?” he asked me.

Finally, I turned the kettle off. And went to find L: “Your tea water is ready.”

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Yesterday evening, L was off at a birthday party for one of her grandchildren, so C was here alone. He was obviously hungry! But in a billion years, it would never dawn on him to go to the refrigerator, use the stove, and prepare himself something to eat.

That’s women’s work!

C, by the way, is my age.

He kept darting hopeful glances at me!

I was coring tomatoes, stuffing them with basil leaves and garlic cloves. Blasting from the radio was that bland replacement for A Prairie Home Companion—have I mentioned that I am never gonna give another cent to NPR because of the disgraceful way they treated Garrison Keillor? Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang! was simultaneously blaring from the TV.

Chitty, Chitty, Bang, Bang! may well be the worst movie ever made.

I have a pretty high tolerance for annoying stimuli—hey! I grew up in the heart of Manhattan—but this was a bit much even for me.

“Do you actually like this movie?” I asked.

“Well, it’s upbeat,” C said. “I figured it would be cheerful with all this low pressure moving in.”

“Wait! You get depressed when barometric pressure is low?”

“Yeah. Sure. And every joint in my body aches—“

He proceeded to describe the individual aches and pains. With great relish.

What these aches and pains had to do with the Presidency of Donald Trump, I’m not sure. But somehow I found myself listening to a long rant about how Trump voters were out in the woods, randomly shooting at things. Trees, people. They don’t give a shit. Trump doesn’t give a shit—

“Wait!” I said. “It’s deer season?”

“No, it’s not deer season! Trump supporters just like to shoot at things!”

This could just as easily have been a rant about Crooked Hillary and the Pizza Hut pedophiles. It was pretty amazing. And one of the most amazing things about it is that C is incapable of seeing that there is essentially no difference between him and the so-called Trump base.

He’s not stupid.

Had he been drinking?

Maybe.

When L got home, she looked defeated. Visits with the grandchildren are always tiring; complicated family dynamics there.

But she immediately trotted to the fridge and began assembling a dinner plate for C. Plopped it in the microwave.

What? C couldn’t have done that himself?

C is pretty typical of the men in this part of the world.

No wonder when I get the occasional hankering for male company, I scavenge in New York City, 100 miles away.

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I forced myself to go running because however cold, grey, wet, and miserable it is today, it will be colder, greyer, wetter, and more miserable tomorrow—possibly so cold etc. that running won’t be an option.

And running is one of the things that keeps me from turning into C! Narrow-mindedness; that conviction that because something cost a buck ninety-nine 40 years ago, it shouldn’t cost ten bucks today; and immobility are the three defining characteristics of old age, after all—and lets face it, old age is the demographic pool in which I swim.

These pretty yellow flowers were blooming everywhere:



Blooming when everything else is withering and dying! Now that’s hope.

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benicek
Sep. 10th, 2018 04:32 pm (UTC)
Non-cooking men. What strange fossils. My dad is 75 and can cook amazing dinners. Such ingenious marinades!
mallorys_camera
Sep. 10th, 2018 05:32 pm (UTC)
Most of the men I know are extremely adept cooks.

I suppose the selection bias there are the words "I know."

I wouldn't know C at all if I didn't know L. But C is pretty typical of the mindset in this part of the woods.
gushgush
Sep. 10th, 2018 05:20 pm (UTC)
NPR should build a prominent Garrison statue (ala Michael Jordan and Wayne Gretzky) to immortalize the single-most important person in their history...

Edited at 2018-09-10 05:20 pm (UTC)
mallorys_camera
Sep. 10th, 2018 05:30 pm (UTC)
I agree. Fuck NPR!
gushgush
Sep. 11th, 2018 03:22 am (UTC)
Well, if you ask me, NPR was subverted into an insidious propaganda machine during Bush 2...
mallorys_camera
Sep. 11th, 2018 12:53 pm (UTC)
There are shows I like: This American Life, Science Lab, Marketplace.

But I'm not gonna give them a cent.
fuzzilla
Sep. 11th, 2018 12:40 pm (UTC)
Charles is pretty lazy in the kitchen and will pull that, "Oh, will you get this for me?" crap. Sometimes I push back, sometimes I just give in. Like - the pizza is right over there on the dining room table but you really need ME to pick it up and put it on a plate for you? Are your arms broken? What's this about "there's no such thing as patriarchy" again? He will at least microwave things for himself and he loves grilling. I would've passive-aggressively told C, "You know, there's a McDonald's over on XYZ Road..."

I actually quite like the new Prairie Home Companion, I thought it preserved Garrison Keillor's spirit while putting its own twist on things (well, that's what I thought before they changed the name and took pains to distance themselves from him). I only ever catch the show if I happen to be in the car when it's on (as was the case with the original show).
mallorys_camera
Sep. 11th, 2018 12:51 pm (UTC)
I only ever catch the show if I happen to be in the car

Yeah, that's when I hear it, too. And you're right: It's not bad. I just always thought Keillor's Lake Wobegond monologues were brilliant and that they railroaded him. Unless his behavior rose to Harvey Weinberg/Les Moones levels, which I'm fairly confident it didn't.
fuzzilla
Sep. 11th, 2018 12:58 pm (UTC)
I have to admit I don't know specifically what he did as far as being sexually inappropriate with staff.
mallorys_camera
Sep. 11th, 2018 02:13 pm (UTC)
He wrote that he had touched someone accidentally on her bare back.

Was there more to it? Possibly. Keillor was known for entertaining morbid, obsessive crushes.

Even so. He is a timid sort, so I doubt that his transgression rose to actionable standards—which to my mind would involve unzipping or shoving a paw down some cleavage.

NPR was busily trying to cover up its own in-house sex scandal at the time, and I think disappearing Keillor was part of their whitewashing. Besides. He outshone the NPR brand.
millysdaughter
Sep. 17th, 2018 03:44 am (UTC)
My dad cooks breakfast, but just heats up stuff for other meals.
mallorys_camera
Sep. 18th, 2018 12:47 pm (UTC)
At least he's not waiting for someone else to heat up that stuff.
millysdaughter
Sep. 19th, 2018 02:27 am (UTC)
He waits for me to come make the green chile stew to fill his freezer -- aside from that, he mostly eats frozen entrees from the grocery store
millysdaughter
Sep. 19th, 2018 02:29 am (UTC)
But if he doesn't heat them up himself, he would starve to death...
mallorys_camera
Sep. 19th, 2018 02:39 pm (UTC)
I need that green chile stew recipe!

Even though there are no green chiles here. I tried to grow them, but chiles don't do well in this climate.

I'll use canned. :-)
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