Today, I arrived at work five minutes late, had a nice one hour lunch and left five minutes early. I feel great!
This weekend, I’m going to a soccer game Sat night and to … a stomp dance! Sun night. Plus I have house guests coming in who are going to have to endure me finally making the chutney and trying my hand at sweet tostones (maracatu, where are you???? help!!!).
Perhaps I will blog the events of the weekend – and of course, I’ll try my hand at Teacher’s Lounge again tomorrow am.
What’s a stomp dance? Whatever it is, it sounds like fun and good exercise…
I’m sure your guests will love chutney-spectating. Maybe you can enlist their help in chopping things up? The only thing I remember about when my mother made chutney is that it involved several of her friends in the kitchen all armed with sharp objects, Bloody Marys (and some bloodied fingers) with lots of pots of things cooking on the stove and smelling divine. Please let us know how things turn out.
A stomp dance is a Cherokee religious ceremony. Someday I’ll write about it but, for now, I’ll just say the Cherokees were (along with many Central American groups) — and many still are — well, worshipers isn’t the right word. But it’s fire that’s sacred for them.
Stomp dances last all night. I’ve seen amazing things at them.
As for the chutney, I’m buying some wine tomorrow for that venture.
(Didn’t get to finish that post before I accidently hit the “send” button…)
What I meant to ask, was were you just an innocent bystander in the training, or were you a participant, or – a teacher?
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Today, I arrived at work five minutes late, had a nice one hour lunch and left five minutes early. I feel great!
This weekend, I’m going to a soccer game Sat night and to … a stomp dance! Sun night. Plus I have house guests coming in who are going to have to endure me finally making the chutney and trying my hand at sweet tostones (maracatu, where are you???? help!!!).
Perhaps I will blog the events of the weekend – and of course, I’ll try my hand at Teacher’s Lounge again tomorrow am.
What’s a stomp dance? Whatever it is, it sounds like fun and good exercise…
I’m sure your guests will love chutney-spectating. Maybe you can enlist their help in chopping things up? The only thing I remember about when my mother made chutney is that it involved several of her friends in the kitchen all armed with sharp objects, Bloody Marys (and some bloodied fingers) with lots of pots of things cooking on the stove and smelling divine. Please let us know how things turn out.
A stomp dance is a Cherokee religious ceremony. Someday I’ll write about it but, for now, I’ll just say the Cherokees were (along with many Central American groups) — and many still are — well, worshipers isn’t the right word. But it’s fire that’s sacred for them.
Stomp dances last all night. I’ve seen amazing things at them.
As for the chutney, I’m buying some wine tomorrow for that venture.
I should add, the Creeks and Choctaws also have sacred fires. I didn’t mean to make it sound like it was just the Cherokees and Central Americans.
Good news. I guess I will live for another month. My ex deposited the money in the bank. He really scared me, but it is ok for now.
You’d better live! We are counting on you and your wild woman friend redjean.
LOL! I think I made her wild. Her husband died last year and a whole new world opened up for her. I was there for the training.
Aah, mango, mango! Were you just a
(Didn’t get to finish that post before I accidently hit the “send” button…)
What I meant to ask, was were you just an innocent bystander in the training, or were you a participant, or – a teacher?
I vote for … teacher!
Yep! I am teaching her to love the single life.
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