Let’s Live, you and I, …
Heaven preserve me from littleness and pleasantness and smoothness. Give me great glaring vices, and great glaring virtues, but preserve me from the neat little neutral ambiguities. Be wicked, be brave, be drunk, be reckless, be dissolute, be despotic, be an anarchist, be a suffragette, be anything you like, but for pity’s sake be it to the top of your bent. Live fully, live passionately, live disastrously. Let’s live, you and I, as none have ever lived before.’
Violet Trefusis to Vita Sackville-West, October 1918
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I have always found my portal into another culture to be through its food. In March I went to the jungle outside of Merida and stayed in a colonial hacienda that had been transformed into a private home, soaring ceilings and rioting vegetation just outside the screened doors, the constant song of doves. At this extraordinary place, where every desire was anticipated before we had a chance to think of it ourselves, all meals were prepared for us — a showcase of Yucatecan cuisine: caldillo poblano con ensalada de camerone; sopa de tortilla y poc-chuc; frijol de puerco; arroz a la Mexicana y frjitas; and on and on. Our favorite, caldo Tlapeno y panuchos, was described to us as Yucatecan “fast-food” because the panuchos are eaten fast since they are so good. They are also considered a form of street food. But actually, they take quite a long time to make. We loved them so much that when we returned home we had a little dinner party to remember the trip and spent the afternoon making the panuchos. Panuchos are homemade tortillas stuffed with refried beans, topped with lime-rinsed shredded cabbage, achiote-rubbed grilled and shredded chicken, pickled red onion, a slice of avocado. They are simply delicious, all the flavors coming together in a burst of texture and spice and lime.
Ingredients and directions: achiote paste thinned with lime juice; pickled red onions (pickle them yourself by thinly slicing the red onion and soaking them in one part lime juice, one part orange — enough juice to submerge them, and, the longer they sit in the juice the better, at least a few hours; chicken breasts first poached and then rubbed with the achiote, then grilled, then shredded. I did this with my fingers. It was laborious, but I didn’t mind it as it brought me to contemplate the beauty of preparing delicious food, that it should take some time. It also allowed me to appreciate the effort that went into preparing the Yucatecan food for us when we were at the hacienda. There is something meditative about pulling chicken breasts apart — sort of like ironing. Prepare the shredded the cabbage. (I used a food processor, having had enough meditation.) Once shredded, squeeze lime juice abundantly on the cabbage. Cut avocado in thin wedges. Have all the ingredients ready so that you can assemble the panuchos quickly. Make the tortillas. We did this by hand. The flour packaging (masa harina) will have the recipe. We didn’t have time to buy a tortilla press so we rolled them by hand. They were not perfectly round, but it didn’t matter. We rolled the dough between two layers of Saran Wrap and then fried them until they puffed. Take them out of the oil with a slotted spoon and rest them on paper towel. As soon as you can, slice into the tortilla to make a pocket, fill it with black refried beans (ours were from a can, make sure they are black). Start assembling the panuchos: cabbage; chicken, onions, avocados. Make a gorgeous platter of them and then serve immediately. I promise you that this is worth all the effort. Making them and eating made us feel we were back in the hot, fragrant jungle even though we heard sirens racing up Broadway.
We were so enthusiastic about recreating the experience of eating at Hacienda Petac that we set the table as they did for all meals. Flower petals and napkins shaped to look like Mayan pyramids. (At the hacienda at each meal the napkins would be shaped differently: a shirt one day, a flower, a little woman. I believe there was a different shape for each meal: 3 meals per day times 7 — a lot of shapes.) We drank margaritas and a cool Chablis and limonadas. For dessert we made a Key Lime Pie and Flan. After the meal, the kids whacked a pinata until it burst. They’d made the pinata at Hacienda Petac during the lazy afternoons. Here are some fun and essential links:
Some pictures:
The achiote-rubbed chicken on a make-shift cast iron grill that sits on stove top burners.
Making the tortillas
All the shredded chicken. This was from about 3 full breasts. Beyond the chicken, the assembling begins.
The glorious table.
Followed by …
Recipe for Key Lime Pie:
3 egg yolks
1 can sweetened condensed milk
1/2 cup of key lime juice. Sercet: DO NOT use bottled key lime juice. If you can’t find key limes, use regular limes.
Directions:
1) Make a pie crust with 5 tables of melted butter and 1 package of nine graham crackers crushed. Press it into and up the sides of a 9.5 Pyrex pie pan.
2)Preheat oven to 375
3) Combine egg yolks, milk, lime juice. Mix well. Pour into unbaked crust.
4) Bake for 15 minutes. Allow to cool. Refrigerate. Top with thin lime slices and unsweetened whipped cream … if you desire.
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Bullring: San Jose Tzal, Mexico
Before the bullfight. Hard wood poles tied together with sisal twine and erected on the town soccer field. According to a local guide it can hold up to 3000 spectators. I didn’t dare attend.
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Waking Early To Birdsong
Waking early to birdsong, doves and mot mots, a pair of love birds playing in a branch. Coffee delivered to my bed. A sultry air stirred by a kind breeze. The jungle outside of Merida, Mexico. Hacienda Petac, former sisal plantation established in the 1700s, celebrated for its rope production, converted now to a private home. Palm and agave and creeping philodendron and mariposa and quanabana and neem and pich and pomegranate . The canopy dripping with fruits and pods shaped like beans and boomerangs and ears, filled with a silk as light and fluffy as dandelion seed. A splash of pink, of red against the riotous green, ixora and cattail and heliconia and birds of paradise, royal poinciana, the magnificent ceiba tree. Water everywhere, running through and under it all. Breakfast by the pool: Jugo, Fruita, Omelet de Queso con Salsa de chile poblano.
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On The Wing Of An Airplane
MOMENTS OF BEING
About once a week a stranger visits my site by googling “girls in patent leather boots.” I don’t want to know what he is hoping to find, but on his quest he stumbles upon my sister and me. As far as as I can remember I have never written a post about or used the term “patent leather boots.” So be it. Now I am. As a little girl I wanted white patent leather boots so badly I wrote it on my Christmas list for three years in a row. (My parents searched and searched, but could not find them in a child’s size.) Jenny had black patent leather boots, therefore I wanted white — the same but different, maybe even better. In this picture, I’m wearing white knee socks. From a distance, I hoped, they looked like leather. We’re standing on the wing of my mother’s divorce lawyer’s airplane. His name was Henry Hill and he used to fly over our house upside down just for fun. ”Oh there’s Henry,” Mom would say, rushing out to the deck, looking up at the sky. And there he was, swooping all around, flirting with my mother even though both were involved with others. The plane would disappear, but before long he’d show up with a girl on his arm for a dip in the steamy indoor swimming pool, the water so hot it wrinkled your skin, underwater speakers playing Neil Young and Bob Dylan — the little kids (there were ten of us in all) told to stay out because it was “adult time” in the pool. In the summers, Henry would fly us up to Maine to dig clams for an afternoon. Here, in the picture, we’re near Prout’s Neck. I have no idea what we’re staring at, but I love our contrasting expressions: Jenny is a little skeptical, mouth pinched closed, hoping, though, to be disproven; I’m a little in awe, a bit afraid. I can feel the cool salt air, smell it mixed with pine. We don’t have pierced ears yet and last year’s dresses are more fashionable now because we’ve grown taller. Our mother has tied bows at the end of our braids. I’m clutching Juicy Fruit. Even so, with those boots and the desire for another pair, the adventures having already begun, jetting around with a divorce lawyer, we’re reaching forward toward the adult world.
And here we are. Almost 40 years have passed. The divorce lawyer has died. Jenny has stopped getting older. (Her birthdays ended when she turned 37. It’s a neat trick.) Skeptical, hopeful, in awe, a little bit afraid, many adventures, Jenny still by my side.
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From The San Francisco Chronicle — Review by Martha McPhee
The Terrible Privacy of Maxwell Sim
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Gone With the Wind
As young girl watching the Million Dollar Movie with my sisters, I met Scarlett O’Hara and fell in love. Her dark curls and green eyes, her swishing hoop dress–determined and strong and brave, Scarlett did as she pleased, both good and bad. My sisters and I rooted for her as she stole boyfriends, married men she didn’t love, helped Melanie birth her baby, escaped a burning Atlanta, tore curtains from windows to make a gown so she could look like a queen for Rhett, kneeled in Tara’s garden and vowed, “If I have to lie, cheat, or kill, as God is my witness, I’ll never be hungry again.” She did kill, she did cheat, she did lie, and she was never hungry again. My sisters and I were good girls who already understood that girls were expected to behave well and be quiet. Scarlett struck us with awe. In tough times, my sisters and I would say to each other, “Pretend you’re Scarlett and push through.” I watched the movie many times until I was old enough to read the book. I learned through Scarlett that characters could be as real as living people. She infused me with courage and taught me what a freedom it would be to live life as she did, by her own rules, unburdened by the opinions of others.
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BOOKMANIA! 2011
Stuart Florida, Martin County
I’m on my way to Florida to join an impressive group of authors at the 17th Annual Bookmania festival. I love my job.
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The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

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