GRITS PIE

GRITS PIE

This is grits pie, one of the delicious

dishes prepared by Classic City Chefs

for a

Sunday Brunch in the Field

held on the grounds of

Tim & Alice Mills in Hull, Ga. 

makers of Red Mule Grits.

We also had arugula salad with

walnuts & raspberry dressing,

Polenta, w/red bean sauce,

roast pig w/grits dumplin’s

baked grits w/poached egg

in a fabulous sauce on top.

Lemon/chocolate cake slices

along with the grits pie

which tastes like egg custard.

Suzanne meets Luke the Red Mule

Two girls who live on an organic farm

that supplies our local restaurants,

which is what this event is about.

We step back in time

and watch corn being ground

into grits and corn meal.

Lots of music and crafts, too.

Grannie weaver, Lois, and her 

spinner gran’baby, Trinity.

Homegrown products, 

like Tom with his onions

and sweet potatoes.

His jolly wife, Margaret,

makes aprons and bonnets.

She puts one around my neck saying,

“I want you to have this!”

I've hung it in the kitchen.

I bought a bag of cornmeal for me

and a bag of grits for Suzanne.

Luke’s picture is on the front.

and Miss Alice's recipe for cornbread.

Proceeds went to benefit

Athens’ Project Safe,

a shelter for battered women.

I live in a great community!

Allelulia!

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THE LITTLE RED HEN

Did The Little Red Hen Suffer?

It’s just so frustrating to be

trying to do everything

like the Little Red Hen.

Especially trying to set up

margins to self-publish a

little book of poetry.

And garden, and cook,

my comfort food breakfast,

a poached egg with chunks of toast.

And Almond Amaretto Bread Pudding

The Little Red Hen asked for help

and no one came.

So she did it herself.

Maybe she was like me,

and LIKED to do it herself.

Maybe she liked to suffer

the slings and arrows

of roots & weeds

and margins out of alignment!

Maybe she baked better bread that way,

and maybe she gave loaves to the poor,

or gave them to be sold

for non-profits

which is what I will do

with my first book of Poetry

And how can I suffer with such

a beautiful garden and

a camera to take a photo

for the title of the book.

LATE BLOOMER

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ART & CREATIVE STAGING

So much I want to do, so little time.

Staging photos

can bring such pleasure.

Creamy hot cocoa

animal crackers,

my journal with collage cover

the white bedroom I’ve created

out of my Hollywood imagination.

I want to remember this forever!

The sunlight, the deck,

the shadows on the carpet,

the flowers in a favorite mug

the wicker bed tray as a table.

and then I take some photos

of journal sketches.

The yellow boots Suzanne

loaned me when it snowed.

My funny comments to myself

which I LOVE to re-read on a dismal day.

I try to keep myself pumped up

and happy.

And yes, I have my ever-recurring

reason to create art, or stage photos

That broken heart I was born with.

There is meaning in every teardrop,

in every sadness or broken dream,

when you believe in love.


And I do.

You can create something

 colorfully artistic.

Even make a staged photo of

fried okra and fried yellow tomatoes!

Or take one from nature.

The beauty of color and form


 in an okra blossom.

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GRAPHIC DEPARTURE

GRAPHIC DEPARTURE

I feel like I’m just frittering away

my time with do-nothing art.

Like, who cares if I'm stuck

back in the 60's?

My soul doesn’t seem to mind, though.

Nor, my heart.

Even if I make all these crazy drawings

 with a free download

 called PAINTBRUSH.

Do what you love 

and that will be enough.

Do you believe it?

 I do.

Here's a 1 min. video

Stay tuned and


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SNOW & RUSSIAN MUSIC

A Music Video Today

I've been snowed in for a week
 can't get down the driveway.

Composing music!

Added this photo
and others

of snow and ice in my yard.

Made a little i-movie
Wind is howling!

Created Titles

Edited the timing of each slide
with the music.

The birds make me happy!
This one said, "Are you taking my photo?"
"Yes," I said,
 "And I'm putting you in a movie!"
It's Another Blue Tomato Production

Please watch and listen . . .
all the way to the end
 with more
howling wind
outside this slide!

It's at the beginning
 and end
like bookends!