In the Chily Hours and Moments of Uncertainty, I long to Be...

     Is it me or does the foggy cool moments just before Sunrise make cooking and admiring the garden worship and silent prayer, without the prescence of a steeple on Sunday morning?  Not to say that I don't want to be

 in someone's warm and tender loving arms, but a bit of solitude always make me humble and alert.

     There I go, walking down the corridors of the kitchen, getting funniest looks from every food I meet, but still,I don't have time in those moments to put anything or anyone down.  Shades of the "MONKEES".  Rolling, Rolling, Rolling round the garden, never saw the good side of a home, until I met a "Perfect Moment" rose, on the "Riverboat

 Queen"....CCR revisited. As it was in the beginning, so shall it ever be, kitchen and garden, without end....All Men.  
       First I had some chicken stock left over from the braising liquid for the Tri-tip, so I decided making some Cream of Everything soup (Roasted Red Pepper, Garlic, Onions and Mushrooms to

name a few) was now on my mistiful agenda.  The Tri-tip had been dry rubbed overnight, along with a salsa of sorts containing onions, minced garlic and cilantro, thrown into a red wine and chicken stock braising liquid and lanquished at 250 degrees for two hours, enveloped with Sweet Baby Rays BBQ sauce and carmelized at 350 degrees 

an hour.

         Company was brought to bear with some yams, slathered with olive oil, salt and peppered and granted asylum alongside the Tri-tip.  
       Meanwhile I made some sppinach dip with brie, mozzarella and garlic with a yogurt base. I sliced up some honeydew this and honeydew that, with some cantaloupe, with a spray  of 

 strawberries to reboot the database down the middle for a mild visual effect, hope the intial tasting to come from the sense of eyesight.  WhileI wiled away the morning, slaying personal demons, solace was granted me as I took to the garden admiring the flowers of summer, the fruit and herbs of today and the succulents and cactus that

 crucified the solar energy brought forth upon this yard of ours.

        From the sunlight fog streams that light the path to morning, this is Steven, coming around the mountain when he comes, passing the lightness of being to everyone in my train of thought, glowing

 anticipation of the finished products, as I'm bringing in the sheaves at harvest, Child, may it always grant you the wisdom to know, when you see it, and the patience to wait until it shows itself....YEEEEEAAAAHHHHH!!!!!!