6-29-14 Pineapple cores and what to do with them

What do you do with those pesky pineapple cores? Well how about infuse them with vodka? Of course you are going to have to throw the cores away sooner or later…have you ever tried to eat a pineapple core? It’s like a stringy mess. I decided to put them in my glass food containers having no jars to speak of…and here they are! They will soak a few days until the weekend hits and then…yay pineapple vodka! I could soak the real yummy fruity edible bits but that would make the vodka hazy, not to mention we will eat all the fruit  by smothering them with Li Hing Mui (a local salty plum powder).      




I thought, hey, why not add some fancy ingredients to the pineapple vodka…like Kaffir Lime? We have a tree growing in our backyard…behold:




A bunch of pretty Kaffir Limes. There’s actually a bunch more and more flowering. I didn’t know they could get so pendulous with a buncha fruit. When we bought the tree at Lowe’s, it said “Dwaft Kaffir Lime”….don’t think so! This puppy is getting really big and tall.

Here’s a pic of more flowers and tiny fruit:

















Kaffir Lime can be over powering so for now, I’ll keep the pineapple cores lightly infusing in the vodka and use it this weekend only for an accent. If I want to get heavy-handed I may add Kaffir Lime rind or leaves to the vodka. 

I’m thinking of some simple syrups to make this month:

– rosemary

– kaffir limes

– lemon grass

– hot chilis

A hot chili simple syrup with pineapple vodka and Margarita mix and Li Hing Mui rimmed glass sounds fab right about now! 


6-26-14 Tiptoe Through The Graveyard

I am a photo volunteer on Findagrave.com. What this means is, someone will request a picture of their beloved online and I’ll go to the grave yard and try to find the tomb stone. Sometimes it’s easy, sometimes its a wee bit impossible. Sometimes it’s not even there. I went yesterday and day before, two days in a row as I had the luxury of taking extra time after work to swing by a local grave yard…or a nicer way to say it: “memorial park”

Most memorial parks are bigger, well-maintained, nicer and have yard services/funerals/flowers everywhere and actual human workers. Most old grave yards have none of the above.

I managed to find several graves but one eluded me, for two days in a row. I walked back and forth, back and forth over all the family names and couldn’t find it, but I did manage to see this strange item lying on the grass, and it was there two days in a row:




Weird huh?

Maybe the person was a chef of some kind. I didn’t know if I should have called the memorial park to tell them there’s a meat cleaver lying in the grass that may spell the end of someone living who was visiting the dead.

Here’s another curious sight:


So my question is, how many Unidentified Males are buried here in this memorial park? 576? Or is that 576 total state-wide?

Another interesting side story: last year I was taking a few more photo requests and saw a really quaint tombstone of two winged angels sitting in the grass. I read the name of the parents on the baby’s grave and was stunned to learn that it was the baby of one of my former mountain-biking friends, who I have not seen in over yen years. It was sad because when I was riding with him, his girlfriend at the time (now wife) was expecting their first child, not sure if that was the grave of said child.

My high school classmate is also buried here; that was over twenty years ago and I don’t remember where she’s buried (I drove by it a long time ago). I didn’t attend her funeral but I did see her in the hospital before she passed away. I gave her a little bottle filled with floating star glitter, colored water and beads and called it a “wishing bottle” for hope. Her husband told me later they buried her with the bottle I gave her. It was ironic that in high school she used to terrorize me in the bathroom taunting and teasing me but forgot all about it until I saw her in the hospital; I wasn’t there specifically to see her, I happened to be working in the hospital at the time and remembered her, stopped in a few times and chatted with her and gave her a tiny glass bottle filled with sparkly little wishes.

My neighbor’s father and my friend’s father are buried here. I attended their funerals both in the same year. It was the year that seven of my friends and co-workers lost their fathers; all ages, older and younger. It was a strange year for fathers. No one’s mother’s passed away, only the dads.



6-23-14 The Cardinal Flew Into Our House

Years later, here I am, still writing about the Red Headed Cardinal!

Welll…yesterday, which was a Sunday, the red headed Cardinal was not only satisfied by chirping outside on the wall after I fed him my parrot’s leftover fruit pellets but he ACTUALLY FLEW INTO THE HOUSE by way of the garage door, which was only cracked open about two to three inches – and get this, the garage is on the opposite side of the house…now how the hell did he know to come into the house, then walk all the way over to my parrot’s cage and try to steal some food? 


My son screamed bloody murder (he’s ten) when he saw this strange bird in our home. I promptly swooped down on it, tried to catch it before it flew into our other bedrooms and it made a mad dash for our kitchen windowsill. The bird, shall I call him “Werd”? flew into the frosted glass window repeatedly, bashing his beak against the glass…dumb bird!! It took about six or seven tries before I grabbed a dish cloth, threw it over the cardinal and ran over to the sliding glass door to let him out. Werd flew out of the dishcloth like a bird bat out of hell, into the sunset.


But come to think of it, Werd is not very dumb. He’s smart. Think about it. How many birds do this:

1. call for you daily with the same song

2. swoop down in the yard when I am gardening when he sees me

3. motions that he is hungry (i.e. last year he threw down the fake worm, read about it….)

4. comes INTO the garage, figuring out that part of the house is the same one attached to where the human is (me), who feeds him occasionally

5. Walks over to the humans (us) and the parrot (his benefactor) and knows where we are in the house??? The house is not large, nor is it small either, it’s a 1800 square foot house…how did Werd know where to walk? Maybe due to the fact that the garage is a straight shot to the main living area and he heard us??

The only stupid thing was bashing head against kitchen window (frosted glass).

Now here it is again, Monday, 6-23-14. Werd came back for more food…singing on the wall and calling for me. I threw him my parrot’s food and he dive bombs the food, eats it, and flies away. Crazy ass bird.