Author: Leslie Kimel

Hurricane Lilies and the World’s Biggest Sweet Potatoes

Hurricane Lilies and the World’s Biggest Sweet Potatoes

Right now I just want to eat up the world because everything is so pretty! Suddenly we have hurricane lilies–everywhere! They come up without leaves, without warning.

Kicking Off the Halloween Season

Kicking Off the Halloween Season

On Saturday at 4:00 I had my long-awaited Halloween baking party. Yes, I know. It’s not even October yet. But our family starts getting excited about Halloween in July! So this party seemed a long time coming.

Fun in the Time of Drought

Fun in the Time of Drought

It hasn’t rained here in a long time, and our native plant gardens have turned brown and crunchy. But even in this depressing, desiccated landscape Rob and I still managed to have fun this weekend–well, at least part of the time, when we weren’t dragging hoses around.

We baked vegan peanut butter cookies on Friday night, using the beloved Joy of Vegan Baking. Our cookies came out looking so professional! It was all Rob’s doing. Most everything I’m involved with comes out lopsided.

On Saturday we revamped the stone path under our grand, moss-draped banana shrub (the spring flowers smell like nail polish remover). We set the stones in the ground more securely and weeded all around, and every two minutes I would say to Rob, “So, do you have any other funny stories?” I also sang “Tell Her About It” and other Billy Joel songs. I was being annoying.

It was so hot and dry we got totally parched, so when we were done with the path we made a big pitcher of ice-cold limeade. (It was so frosty and lovely.) Then we sat on the breezeway and played with the cats and drank the entire thing. Francie was being really funny, cuddling with Rob’s dirty sock in her sleep. She is such a sweet, naïve little country girl (we pretend and so she seems). Rob always says she wants to change her name to Frantasy.

It was Rob’s birthday on Saturday, so in the evening we got all dressed up and went out for a big Indian meal at the Curry Pot in Tallahassee. It was very festive. We got appetizers and dessert–the whole nine yards. My dessert was a big puffy air-filled pillow of fried dough, steaming hot and sprinkled with cinnamon and sugar. After we ate we went to see Restrepo.

Today we made another batch of cement stepping stones. . . . Oh, and I got my Halloween tarot set in the mail. Now all I need are the Gypsy-Witch Fortunetelling Cards I ordered and I’ll be all set for the spooky party I’m throwing for my niece and nephew next Saturday!


Vegan peanut butter cookies. Why did I pose them with salt and pepper shakers? This makes no logical sense.

Here I am picking herbs. How wholesome. You can see the suffering sweet potato patch behind me.


Burrito Art

Burrito Art

Today we made delicious Thai Tofu Burritos inspired by our frequent trips to Burrito Art in East Atlanta back in the ’90s. (Burrito Art was a cozy, funky place where you’d eat weird gourmet burritos by candlelight.)

Once Upon a Time in New Orleans

Once Upon a Time in New Orleans

Okay, I confess I’m back into the 2008 journals. This time I’ve been reading about the trip that Mom, Bun, Kris, Sophie, and I took to New Orleans in July. Sophie was only seven then, and we all loved to tease her and she loved 

Sweet September

Sweet September


Georgia Jet sweet potatoes

August is kind of a dull month in North Florida–hot, humid, relentless. But September is exciting, a time to look for signs of change, harbingers of fall. I start to be on the lookout for webworm tents and ripe dogwood berries, pine cones chewed up by squirrels. (All of these are significant.) I like to take pleasure trips to CVS and Walgreen’s just to check if they’ve got their Halloween candy in yet.


I was so excited on Friday because it was the start of the three-day weekend and there was just a hint of fall in the air. After work Bun and I went shopping for Jake’s birthday present, and it was really fun because we got to go to Barnes and Noble and pick out books–a rare treat. We bought Jake a book of scary stories and some Silly Bandz . . . and afterwards I got to play with Bunny’s chickens for the second time that day. Bun told me her chickens love to cuddle together, and as soon as it starts getting dark they’ll put themselves to bed.


Even washing the dishes was fun that night because Rob and I had all the doors and windows open to let in the cool air, and we could hear the bard owls hooting. Our supper of half-assed vegan nachos seemed so festive. I remember the nachos being candlelit, but I know I’m making that up. It was just the joy of Friday coloring everything, making everything seem extra beautiful and special.


It was so nice having extra time. It meant I got to do so many more fun little things, things that normally get squeezed out. On Saturday I threw a super high bouncer up and down our big wide open hallway so the cats could chase it. I had eight cats playing, running back and forth, leaping and scrambling and sliding. We had an awesome time. It’s such a triumph if you can ever interest cats in anything.


I was encouraging them, saying, “Nice attempt, Carl!” And: “Way to hustle, Elroy!”


Rob said, “I love how whenever you throw that ball you turn into a middle-school PE coach.” He kept calling me “Coach.”


On Sunday we harvested our first sweet potatoes of the year–some Georgia Jets growing behind the garage. It was like digging for buried treasure there in the hot sun. We were pulling out the nicest, fattest, pinkest potatoes even though the soil was rock-hard and dry and full of clay balls.


We picked the last of our wonderful Ikebana eggplant too. Later Rob pulled out the plants (it’s the end of the season), and I heard him apologizing to them and thanking them very sincerely for their service. (Rob often talks to plants . . . Insects, too. He’s very softhearted.) They were great plants and it was sad to see them go. The three of them gave us over 18 pounds of perfect shiny purple eggplant this summer.


We used our eggplant and sweet potatoes in a really delicious recipe-less curry; Rob made it up as he went. Our last homegrown onion and the last of our Matt’s wild cherry tomatoes went into a channa masala. We made brown rice and smoothies too, and I cut up a Winn-Dixie watermelon for dessert. Oh, and I made field peas spiced with a bunch of our clown nose peppers. We made all this stuff for lunch on Sunday (the meal was a sort of celebration of and memorial to our summer garden), and then we started planting our fall garden. We planted six neat rows of carrots (Circus Circus and Kuroda) and six neat rows of Baby Leaf spinach. Hopefully we aren’t too early, and hopefully it won’t be too hot for everything!



Rob eating lunch on the screen porch on Sunday. That’s Francie napping in the background.

Here is our channa masala recipe, Rob’s take on a great recipe he found in Neelam Batra’s The Indian Vegetarian:


Channa Masala

Ingredients:

Spice Mixture:
3 Tbsp cumin
2 Tbsp coriander
1 Tbsp fenugreek leaves
1 Tbsp ground ginger
2 Tbsp cardamom
2 tsp asafoetida
1 Tbsp salt
2 tsp black pepper
2 tsp cumin seeds
2 tsp cayenne pepper (optional)

Main Ingredients:
3 Tbsp vegan margarine
1 medium onion, chopped
3 fresh cayenne peppers, chopped
2 medium tomatoes, chopped
2 cans chickpeas, drained
3 Tbsp tamarind concentrate
2-3 tsp brown sugar

Directions:
Combine all the spice mixture ingredients and roast briefly in a clean frying pan over low heat. Set roasted spice mix aside. You won’t use it all, and the leftovers can be saved for future use.

In a medium saucepan, sauté the onions and peppers in butter until the onions are semi-transparent. Add 3 tablespoons of the spice mixture. Add all remaining ingredients and stir. Simmer, covered, over medium heat for approximately 20 minutes. (You might want to add some extra salt in addition to what’s in the spice mixture.)

Meet the Ladies

Meet the Ladies

My sister Bunny has chickens! They are Dominiques, about five months old. On Friday I got to visit them for the first time.

Happy Birthday, Jake!

Happy Birthday, Jake!

We celebrated Jake’s seventh birthday on Saturday with a pool party at Kris’s house. Once again, Sophie created the cake—with Mom’s help, of course. This time she made cupcakes—each one frog-faced. (Frogs are Jake’s favorite animals.) The cupcakes were so adorable. The frogs had red-hot 

Tempeh-Bacon Sandwiches

Tempeh-Bacon Sandwiches


Doesn’t my Coke look frosty and delightful there in the background?

On Saturday we made the most delicious tempeh-bacon sandwiches using this recipe I found on 101 Cookbooks and tweaked just the tiniest bit. We piled some hearty whole-grain toast with mashed avocado, baby spinach, homemade tempeh bacon, and Matt’s Wild Cherry tomatoes roasted in olive oil, brown sugar, and salt. The tomatoes were fresh from our garden, so tiny and sweet, more like currants than tomatoes. They turned even sweeter in the oven after roasting in brown sugar sauce; they provided a very nice contrast to the spicy tempeh strips (marinated in adobo). But I think the most important element of the entire sandwich was the mashed avocado. That was the glue that held everything together.

I spent Saturday afternoon weeding and weeding and weeding while Rob built a truly professional compost bin conveniently located near our vegetable garden. I saw lots of hummingbirds and skinks as I worked. It’s the season of Turk’s caps, colorful mushrooms, bright purple beautyberries, and big fat banana spiders.

In the evening we watched old Alfred Hitchcock movies and popped popcorn. Rob also taught Elroy (our most babyish cat) to play blackjack–well, that’s what we pretended. We always talk for our cats, simply vocalizing what they are so obviously thinking. Elroy was terrible at blackjack, Rob said, because he just kept saying, “Hit me! Hit me! Hit me!”

Elroy is a complete baby. (He squeaks.) So is his twin brother, Leroy. I like to say that Aunt Buntin (our craziest cat) took Elroy and Leroy to the Fun Station and they got really scared because she drove the go-kart really fast. I have pictured this scene so often that I kind of believe it really happened. Of course Buntin would be the craziest go-kart driver. She’d be speeding and swerving and running other drivers off the track. And meanwhile Elroy and Leroy would be screaming, holding hands in the passenger seat.

I’m including some random pics I took around the house this weekend. They don’t have anything to do with what I just wrote. I should have gotten a shot of Elroy and Rob playing cards.

Tempeh Bacon, Spinach, and Tomato Sandwiches

Ingredients:

Tempeh Marinade
3 tablespoons olive oil
1/4 cup soy sauce
2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
2 tablespoons brown sugar
3 tablespoons adobo sauce from a can of chipotle peppers

Other Stuff
8 ounces of tempeh, cut into 1/3-inch-thick strips
2 cups cherry tomatoes
1/4 cup olive oil
1 tablespoon brown sugar
½ teaspoon salt
Baby spinach
2 large avocados
4 slices hearty, whole-grain bread

Directions:
Whisk the marinade ingredients together in a medium-sized bowl. Pour into a baking pan and add the tempeh strips. Let the tempeh soak for at least an hour in the refrigerator.

Meanwhile, get your tomatoes ready to roast. Mix together the olive oil, brown sugar, and salt in a medium-sized bowl. Cut the cherry tomatoes in half and add them to the bowl. Stir until the tomatoes are well coated with oil.

Spread the tomatoes out on a baking sheet and roast in a 450-degree oven until slightly browned.

Put the tempeh and the marinade in a frying pan and boil until the marinade cooks off. Then add a little olive oil and pan-fry the tempeh until it’s slightly browned and a little crispy on the edges.

Mash the avocados with a little salt.

Toast the bread and spread two slices with mashed avocado. Top the avocado with a few spinach leaves. Then add roasted tomatoes and tempeh strips. Top with the remaining slices of bread.


Clown peppers, basil, and eggplant



Our lovely front porch. So glad you can’t see the mildew from this distance.



Handsome Greg. He’s mad because I interrupted him. He was stalking a giant grasshopper.