LIFE IS PEACHY!

Peaches. SUNSHINE. Good friends. Sticky fingers. Summer breeze.No where else to go but the front porch swing!

Hard at Art

This weekend is holiday and I have been set free to MAKE ART! Our Art Bodega is a wonderful building across the street we are using for our working studio. I have sewing machines, paints and fabrics...Matt has wood workshop, radio making station and album collections. We can sit for hours working on projects without even talking to each other, yet we are so conscious and in tune with each others creativity. Every now and then we play show and tell, ask for critique, and always offer adoration and encouragement. Occasionally we meet in the middle for a dance or two when he spins records, and the 100 year old wood floor squeaks as the scratch on the vinyl offers a slow serenade or jump and jive oldie! ~Life's a dance, you learn as you go. Sometimes you lead, sometimes you follow. Don't worry bout what you don't know, life's a dance, you learn as you go~ " I wanna dance with somebody who loves me" Donna Summer "Don't it make ya wanna dance, don't it make ya wanna smile" B.W. Stevensen

a good Mothers Day

This year is extra special for me on Mothers Day since it is the first in four years to spend with my son who has been so far away in the Army. He has come to Texas for the wedding of a childhood friend and his Dad was there too. Oh thank you Carl for your important ingredient to help me become a Mom. WE DONE GOOD! He is the light of my life, Kyle Mackey "Scooter" Broughton, My One Son. You make me so proud to be a Mom.

savor the flavor

The Island Life is always an interesting culinary delightful surprise.

My morning ritual of Egyptian Licorice Tea is followed by a handful of raw almonds. Then a brisk walk to La Tamehua, the new taqueria for pulled chicken or turkey tostada, laced with la crema and habenero picante, chased with a very cold Negro Modelo. Then my girfriend anounces she has just cleaned the fresh squid which was only swimming earlier that morning. So off I go to her new seaside home where we sit in her welcoming cocina, Caribean breezes kissing our faces as we sip clean, clear tequila and moan over the tasty dish she prepared of squid, garlic, fresh ginger, chilies, and cilantro all sauteed in organic coconut milk. One more tequila for dessert.

Then a long walk on the beach, swimming and shell collecting, laughing, telling stories of old boyfriends, good and bad, reminescing and allowing the sunshine to toast our shoulders.Our appetite is once again returning.

Ah ha, when we return to her house, there is a message that another friend has a fresh leg of lamb but a broken oven, so it is our mission to gather the dinner from her house, pile it all up on the moto including the leg, potatoes, fresh rosemary and garlic, and her fresh assortments of French breads. So we fire up her oven, which she never uses except for dry goods storage and wait, and sip more tequila, and test the leg, and sip, and wait, and watch the waves roll onto the shore, and wait and sip.After a couple hours the air is filled with the aroma of garlic and roesmary and it is finally time to load up the meal onto the moto.....so here we go with 5 legs in tow and two very hungry again girls. Upon arrival the variety of fresh mushrooms being chopped for saute is too numerous to count, the mint has just been picked for Mojitos and we are picking at the crusty breads like hungry birds on a beach. Finally the time has come as we all sit at a very long table, raise a glass of white wines, mojitos and coca colas to yet another grateful day spent on this magical Island. A place I used to call home, but have come to say farewell for now, and savor the flavor of Isla Mujeres.

I have come to the waters edge

The cure for anything is SALTWATER....... sweat, tears or The Sea. Isak Dinesen