The MIL’s kitchen (she’s in the hospital for a while and I have invaded her country for the weekend): It was an extremely hot and humid day but I couldn’t find any adult-sized fans, only baby ones: Farmers market purchases: Lilies in the garden: Anti-mosquito incense, they were out for blood all afternoon: Dining on snacks and beer because without the MIL we don’t have to eat rice, black beans, fish, and pickles: A nice sunset: Evening spiders: Now it is night and it has started to rain and cool down, a toy-sized fan is not so bad.
September 6, 2014
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August 20, 2014
This bad dog lives down the street. When he hears someone walk past his house, he immediately begins barking and rushes out the doggy door. The old faded brown poodle living across the street with an old woman who wears long colorful skirts and always an apron, has a gray curly perm like a poodle, is his nemesis. When she shuffles out to walk her dog, I know it because the bad dog barks and barks and barks. He barks at other dogs, too, but he really doesn’t care for that poodle.
When I pass his house I deliberately make noise so if he’s inside he can hear and come barreling out, only to stop short when he realizes it’s only me. He looks away and pretends the whole thing never happened. Sometimes he lounges on the front steps and sees me coming and ignores me completely. I tease him about it but he refuses to acknowledge me, the non-dog of no interest. He has a little chair he sits on for a good view of the street and his people put out some mosquito-repellent incense for his comfort. The bad dog enjoys the summer evening and waits for the poodle.
August 19, 2014
Kirin Aki Aji seasonal brew! The sun still sets in the wrong place behind my apartment building, so I had to go outside my front door to take this picture. A neighbor walked by and I was a little embarrassed, caught holding up a beer can into the sky, but it was a guy and he just grunted a greeting and didn’t look at me funny or anything. He had been shopping and I could see beer in his shopping bag, but it one of the other cheaper beers with pretty autumn cans. I will hold up some of those in the sky tomorrow.
August 11, 2014
Peppers of all kinds, lettuce, cucumbers, potatoes, tomatoes, squash, blueberries, nectarines, red onions. Yellow things, I don’t remember what they’re called or what to do with them.
Lots of basil, recipe included. Two weeks ago I found cilantro!
August 9, 2014
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August 1, 2014
I bought a watermelon at my local Nafco and Sam noticed it was from Kanazawa, Ishikawa prefecture. Last year on a road trip there we stopped at a highway rest area right next to a watermelon farm. While Sam took a pee, I lurked in the bushes taking pictures of the farmers collecting their melons. We bought one at the little shop there and it was wildly fresh. What is it about melons that turns one into a voracious slurping beast, spitting seeds and tossing rind-corpses until finally you come to your senses and look around in embarrassment for something to clean up with.
Kanazawa beer and water: