I could never be real-life friends with Pam Ribon, because my body just couldn’t take it.

http://pamie.com/

 

In recent days, thanks once again to Julia’s sweet hook ups,  I have had the true pleasure of communicating with this accomplished author and all around brilliant woman via email and Twitter. Every single conversation has left me laughing until my ribs hurt and/or crying hot, flowing, cleansing tears. And I’m not even ovulating this week. She is so funny! She also is truthful and insightful and a powerful writer. We had terrifyingly similar coming-of-age experiences in the late eighties, early nineties. We both even wrote prolifically all through those years  (someone once aptly called me a fire hazard thanks to my growing sea of paper). The difference is, she has shared those writings with the world. And boy am I ever so grateful she did.

 

 

Her latest book, Notes to Boys, is a memoir-style collection of all kinds of interesting things that Little Pam (as she comes to refer to her teen self) wrote over the years. In the book, adult Ribon converses with Little Pam and sort of provides captions to the readers about context and meaning. Sometimes it’s sympathetic and affirming; more often it feels like a good-natured shoulder-shaking like a snap out of it, man! moment between Bones and Captain Kirk. So as the reader you are given the experience of hearing two voices from one woman, and it is pretty amazing. I definitely felt notes of staying character as well as a spectrum of evolution and changing maturity between the two versions of her. (Side note…  As a mother of two teenaged ladies myself, this experience alone made it worth reading.)

Honestly, Notes to Boys is the one of funniest things I have ever read as well as one of the most poignant. Ribon addresses several pivotal moments in a girl’s adolescent life. She delves gently into trauma and parental relationships, too; but mostly she just bares her soul with enormous doses of humor and self-deprecation that just leave you belly laughing and cringing with every page. Long, excavating love letters to boys and even longer, ill-informed but passionate letters to society at large, all trying to express the depth of one teenaged girl’s tortured,  word-loving soul… These are the letters she shares.

You know how horror movies are scarier when you know they are based on true stories? Well, this commentary on being a teen girl in the nineties is funnier and more terrible because as you read, you know it is all true. It’s a beautiful, warm crazy-quilt of confession and retrospection. You will not regret wrapping yourself up in this quilt. Then you will hide beneath it because you recognize so much of your younger self.

Do you need a little litmus test to see if this book is for you? Please explore the following list. If any of these feels even vaguely familiar to you, then the answer is yes. A resounding yes.

• The Doors, first the movie then its soundtrack, informed your sense of adulthood and taste in music. (I mean, maybe it is normal to set rooms on fire for true love…)
• Or, you are at least disappointed with how Val Kilmer looks twenty years later.
• You ever in your life actively collected Johnny Depp posters.
• You mistook every little hormone-drenched crush for true love, the dangerous kind.
• You spent more time free writing than doing homework, mostly because the homework was too easy and you felt like what you had to say was far more important. (Don’t worry; it was.)
• And sometimes your read those writings aloud to yourself.
• You got in trouble with your parents for reading Judy Blume but not Stephen King.
• Sylvia Plath seemed like a good role model at the time.
• And Christian Slater seemed like a true philosopher there for a while, while John Cusack from Say Anything could have made you do anything.
• In high school you had a penchant for the dramatic but couldn’t admit that at the time. You fancied yourself quite a serious person.
• You secretly admired and perhaps envied the cheerleader set, wishing to be one of them, but once again your writing was just so important!
• Drakkar Noir. End of story.

 

I had so much weeping, nodding, giggling fun reading Notes to Boys. I plan to get copies of it in the hands of my best laugh-out-loud sisters and girlfriends, too. But I won’t pursue a friendship with Pam Ribon, even though we have every single important thing in common.  Because it would be flat-out exhausting, all the Depeche Mode and Pearl Jam sing alongs, all the soapbox protests, all the cry-laughing. Too much.

 

Instead, will you please check back in later this week for an interview with Pam? She was kind enough to indulge me in a luscious conversation, and I would love for you to hear more. Then order her book or snag it at your favorite local book seller! You will love it.

Can’t Buy What I Want because Its Free…

~Eddie Vedder

XOXOXOXO

Hello there! Starting today I am borrowing a great idea from Shel,

a fellow Oklahoma lady who blogs over at 

http://shelharrington.com/

Every Friday she offers us five cool snippets of information or inspiration.

Easy Peasy. Short and sweet.

For Lazy W purposes, I’ll share five farm facts.

Odd minutiae you may or may not know about us and our little offbeat hobby farm.

Or maybe five photos from that week. Or five anecdotes from the animals,

miscellaneous goings-on, etc. Hope you enjoy!

• The dangerously frigid weather this week has made it necessary to keep our geese and chickens tucked safe and warm inside their coop and enclosed yard, no sunrise door opening and dramatic release. They are completely unhappy about this, totally unappreciative of the warmth we are helping to ensure. They just want to be free! The geese especially (we have five) just want to run downhill and skate around on top of the frozen pond. The hens and roosters are displaying slightly better attitudes, but I think it’s because being locked inside the coop is like an extended date night for them all. I suspect some of the eggs we’ve been collecting could be, ahem, fertilized.
• Handsome ordered new halters for the llamas. All three of them. I find this both thrilling and hilarious, because the llamas have a pretty strict Don’t you dare touch me policy. We will keep you posted.
• We recently adopted three cats to help Fast Woman with the mouse and gopher executions. They all four live in the barn and are beautiful and adorable in every way. They are named Geoffrey, Sonia (as in Sonia Blade from Mortal Kombat) and Natasha Romanov, just because we can. Natasha in particular is a cuddler and meows aggressively at every door of our house until Handsome relents and lets her in. She cuddles, claws, and V-8 purrs her way into your heart then steals the dog food and walks on the piano. It’s a dream come true for my husband who has always wanted a big, satiny, ink black cat to cuddle him.
• Yesterday I saw this little blurb in a local paper and am so psyched about it! Agricultural training for inner city women in order to improve diets, health, and financial stability. Yes! The fact that our city is launching this program the same year I am taking Master Gardener classes is, like, more awesome than anything. I am all over it.

• I am also super excited about fresh herbs, in case you’ve missed that lately. Last night I roasted a huge pan of chicken with lemons, minced garlic, and so much fresh rosemary you could probably smell it from the forest next door. In just weeks we will be working herbs outside instead of just in kitchen countertop pots.

 

So that’s my first Friday Five Farm Facts! Thank you Shel for the borrowed idea. If y’all check back here this weekend I will have the results of the brownie taste test and a few thoughts on that. Happy Friday!  Stay cozy.

XOXOXOXO

 

So I spent yesterday afternoon and evening mixing up three different brownie recipes in order to pit them against each other in a taste test. This is the second such dessert taste test we’ve hosted from the Lazy W, and it is great fun for all. I am so thankful for friends and colleague who will suffer through the nibbling and finger-slurping in order to find a champion recipe. Y’all are the best. Martyrs, all.

 

 

Okay. Here are the three recipes I used, along with weak photos of each brownie pan. Let me stress that they all tasted way better than these photos might suggest. Please visit the original websites for gorgeous visuals!

 

1. Oatmeal Pecan Brownie Bars:  The first was pretty simple, just basically a fancied up box mix. Here is the recipe site: http://www.bettycrocker.com/recipes/oatmeal-brownies/7b8043a3-8fa3-4cd1-a404-d4ebcfc7d311  This contains both oats and pecans, so you might even get away with calling it a healthy energy bar rather than a brownie. Oh, and eggs too. They give you protein, right? This was fast and easy to assemble and also easy to cut. They do not require refrigeration either, so that’s a plus.

 

 

 

2. Mocha Mousse Brownies: This recipe was the most complex of the three and also the most fun to tackle. Between the mocha brownie base and gelatin-cream cheese-mocha frosting, it has more ingredients in it than most four course meals I serve here at the farm. The detailed recipe is right here: http://www.tasteofhome.com/recipes/mocha-mousse-brownies I followed it to a tee and am so glad. The finished product is spectacular. This does require refrigeration, so keep that in mind if you make it. Also, I think the reason my frosting looks a bit coddled is that I walked away from it for a few minutes. I should have spread it on the brownies immediately upon folding it together, so if you avoid that mistake yours will probably look prettier.

 

 

3. Old Fashioned Brownie with Sour Cream Chocolate Frosting: This attempt was full of detours, but I was so happy with the combo I settled on. It is a made-from-scratch old-fashioned fudge brownie base found here: http://allrecipes.com/recipe/best-brownies/  topped with a pretty darn scrumptious sour cream-chocolate frosting, recipe found at the bottom of the following page, below the cupcake info:  http://loopgum.com/2010/04/21/food-chocolate-cupcakes-with-milk-chocolate-sour-cream-frosting/

 

 

Yum.

So today these three brownies are making their way in little brown paper sacks to discerning, chocolate-loving taste buds all over Oklahoma City. Kind of perfect for a snow day I think. My sweet Father in law has already tasted his samples, made his written comments, and cast his vote for “favorite.” Since he helped me water the big animals in single digit temps, he might get two of each. I’m really looking forward to seeing what everyone else says. Please check back here in a couple of days for the results!

In the mean time, since I licked clean half the spoons and bowls from last night (Handsome took care of the other half), I’m experiencing a bit of a sugar rush. So if you need me I will be on the elliptical machine for the next eight to nine hours.

If you’re buried in snow, fan those arms and legs and make an angel!

 

Happy snacking, friends. Happy loving. Happy life.

XOXOXOXO

 

 

 

 

Shopping for groceries yesterday (stockpiling like a maniac, really, because we are once again expecting the kind of winter weather that keeps people home for a week) I passed by a stand of “fresh” herbs in the produce section. I use the word fresh so loosely here. Did you hear my air quotes? Because I was laying it on pretty thick. They were suffocating in little plastic coffins, wilted, sad, barely retaining any shade of natural green. Like puppies at the shelter who know they are unlikely to get adopted. Depressing. It got me thinking about how much I want you to join us in growing your own herbs this season.

 

Last year I designated a paisley-shaped curve of earth near my kitchen door as the Lazy W herb garden, and I have never been happier about a gardening decision in my life. For months it yielded color, fragrance, flavor, all kinds of beauty and repose, efficiency, imagination, just everything you want from a small garden. And having it nearby was so fun! I could be in the middle of cooking a meal, decide I needed an herb, and just walk outside barefoot to snip a generous handful of something for free. Never even had to untie my apron.

 

 

How do I convince you it’s worth the effort? When dried herbs are so abundant and soon enough “FRESH” herbs (cue dramatic eye roll) will look ever so slightly better at the stores, what will nudge you to decide that you too need a small corner of paradise to grow your own flavors? Well I’m gonna try.

 

 

If you grow your own savory herbs like parsley, sage, rosemary and thyme, you’ll always have piles of the gorgeous stuff just begging to be thinned and used up in the kitchen; no more doling out those precious leaves one at a time. Your recipes will take on a whole new level of deliciousness. And your family will never grow tired of you singing Simon and Garfunkel songs while you cook. Pinky promise.

 

 

If you grow you own basil (and my gosh you really truly SHOULD. Why aren’t you?), you will be able to whip up a blender full of bright green pesto at a moment’s notice. Your pasta will never be the same. Your visits to Italian restaurants will take a sudden and sharp nose dive because no sauce there will ever taste as good as what you simmer in your own pots. You’ll stop wearing expensive perfume because you are so enchanted with the way your fingers smell after harvesting a flirty bouquet.

 

 

If you grow frivolous herbs like chocolate mint, it really increases your fairy tale powers. You become much better at telling stories to small children. You crave less diet coke and more hot tea. You do more yoga. Everything is better when you grow these odd little herbs.

 

 

Have I persuaded you a little? Because it’s early February, friends. Time to plan your garden. Time to sit with a cup of perfect coffee or hot tea and dream up what you’d really like to be harvesting soon. What do you use lots of in your recipes? What would you like to use, if it were less expensive at the store? What superpowers in your arsenal need amplifying? Fresh herbs are the answer. Real fresh herbs, not air-quotes fresh herbs.

Stay tuned here for detailed posts about building your own herb garden and drumming up your own cloud of culinary magic. It’s gonna be so fun.

All Hail Basil!

XOXOXOXO

 

 

Happy Marathon Monday!

Well, last week started off pretty strong. On each of Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday I ran a little more than the prescribed miles, getting my midweek total up to fifteen before I spent Thursday and Friday subbing at a local school. On those days I skipped or “rested” (as a side note, I love how in running you can skip a workout and call it resting…) and definitely felt the energy building in my body; I craved a big, exhausting depletion. The plan then was to join that south OKC running club very very very very early Saturday morning for at least ten miles, and I was super excited. They run “out and backs” which is a lot different than running quarter-mile laps for a million years. I had discovered with that short series of urban runs recently that I can go much longer and more happily this way. Anyway, I looked forward to the miles, the variety, and the new friendly faces including Carrie who has welcomed me so warmly. But threat of Oklahoma weather kept me home with Handsome in those cozy wee hours, so I rounded out the week with just five more miles here at the farm. We suffered through cuddling and hot tub romancing, you guys. Life is rough.

Overall, it was a mediocre week for training. I had 24 miles planned and ran 20 at a really good, solid-for-me pace. And yes, I see clearly how right now I am barely accomplishing in one week what will be asked of me all on one beautiful morning this April. (gulp)

It’s not terrible results. In fact it was slightly better than the previous week with regard to planning; but I could have made a better effort with cross training or just plain sucking it up outdoors to stay with the program and get every mile clocked.

How this new week will play out is whole new set of question marks. In Oklahoma we are currently buried in beautiful, fluffy snow and expect loads and loads more tomorrow and again at this Friday. I make it a rule to not run on ice, but snow? Surely that’s ok. It might be a great workout, actually. Yesterday afternoon we did some four-wheeling in the west field, so my path is somewhat cleared by those tire marks. We’ll see.

 

Okay! Happy Monday, friends. I am off to feed the big animals their protein mix and a few extra thousand piles of good, sweet hay to keep their bellies warm. Then maybe I’ll run outside. Handsome’s Dad and I are spending much the week together, and I am excited to see what that brings. Please check in here throughout the week for a couple of interesting book reviews, a brownie taste test announcement, gardening ideas, and more apiary journal memories. Lots going on at the W. What are you up to today?

“Let us love winter, for it is the spring of genius.”

~Pietro Aretino (15th century Italian poet)

xoxoxoxoxoxo