Localvore-ing

Last week, as a storm was heading into Southern California, Mr. NightSky and I visited one of our local farmers’ markets.  As we were leaving the strong desert winds came up and starting blowing the poor farmer’s stands and their flyers all over the place. It didn’t stop people from shopping, though!

It astounds me that there are now three farmers’ markets  happening on different days in different cities during each week (Palm Springs, Palm Desert, La Quinta). Not only that, but we also now have a storefront Grower’s Market in Palm Desert, with local produce. Add to that a recent initiative by a local grower to increase the number of their own farm stands, and to have traveling farm stands. In our community, a “country club” with about 2,000 homes, Madison Street Produce comes once a week with produce picked on their farm that morning. Great strawberries! And I usually get their broccoli.

This is a town with many retirees, so it’s great to see them getting the opportunity to easily eat fresh and local and frequently organic. At the farmers’ markets, we can also try “off-brand” heirloom varieties of vegetables and fruits; important not only to widen our own appreciation but also to keep these varieties alive and growing.

Here’s our haul:

Golden carrots, two varieties of spring onions, tiny sweet orange tomatoes, golden rasberries, and Black Arkansas apples (they’re not black on the inside, don’t worry). Not pictured: cauliflower.

Meal one Roasted veg (cauliflower, the carrots, butternut squash, and tiny potatoes with sage, basil, and rosemary from Pharmer Phil) with a side of pasta.

Meal two My Asian soup interpretation: Chicken stock, sesame oil, chili oil, soy sauce, coriander, hot pepper flakes (from Pharmer Phil), the spring onions, the leftover carrots and squash, mushrooms, and a bit of local watercress I still had in the fridge. After everything was cooked through I added some angel hair pasta. A good warming dinner after a chilly day. I think perhaps I could have added just a touch of sweetness of some kind, though I’m not sure what–suggestions are welcome!

Nemo, who is white like rice

Although right now he’s more like a biscuit color. He needs a bath, but guess what–baths are stressful for him! So we’re postponing that experience.

His anxiety diet now is white meat chicken, which I cook and chop up, and white rice, which I cook. Then all are divided into meal portions, mostly as an act of self defense by us. Nemo gets SO excited at meal time, we try to get it out to him as quickly as possible, for our own sanity.

As you can see, sometimes he misses the odd grain of rice:

 

“What?” he’s saying. “What are you looking at?”

Watercolor Sunday

I guess I’ll never keep on schedule with this, will I? I’m always envious of all those Fine Art Fridays, Self Portrait Thursdays, etc.

Here’s a little guy, a baby elephant who’s looking a bit anxious. Not unlike Nemo.

But he has a bit of a secret smile. Maybe he’s just shy.

Meet Phillip, with two els.

Neemy’s second week

We finally took Nemo to the vet yesterday. The result? He’s happy: he’s on a luxurious rice and chicken (white meat only please!) diet. Yes, I’m cooking for him. However, he is an appreciate audience.

He has settled in, with much less anxious squeaking, limited usually to the heater going on (up to no good!) or a few various computer noises. In fact, DARE I SAY IT, he’s getting to be a good companion. He is responding well to attention, regular and more frequent feedings, and he likes his walks.

Enjoying watching TV en famille.

Watercolor ummm…Thursday

Mr. Pink Mouse. What do you think, are his ears too too much? Does he look a little blobby?

Sunday (delayed from Wednesday) Watercolor

 

Aloysious “Al” Mouse

Meet the new boss

Meet Nemo.

Looks like a tough guy, doesn’t he?

Oh, appearances can be so, so deceiving.

Nemo is an anxious, timid, fragile baby dog. He’s really about 13, but acts more like 3. And I mean mentally and physically. He’s pretty large, but built skinny with long white fur to fill out his frame. In good health he would run about 75 pounds, but I think he’s more like about 55 right now.

He’s afraid of many electronic noises. The click of the central air heater turning on. The washer (but not the dryer). The microwave. Slick floors–although he has good solid paws, he makes himself slip on slick floors once he starts freaking out about the possibility of slipping.

While I was away, Miss NightSky took care of Nemo in addition to her Rottweiller, Raven.  And in our current living situation we are restricted to two dogs. So, once Lily left us, it was time for Nemo to come back–especially since Miss NightSky was moving.

And it’s been a bit of a roller-coaster here ever since. He’s had separation anxiety, his normal anxieties, and intestinal issues. Of the liquid variety. We’ve had to hose off his backside and our back patio several times, plus numerous trips outside in the middle of the night.

He’s gradually gotten a little less anxious (but be wary of that heater!), and we’ve taken him for a walk each day.  I think his feeding and digestive problems are our biggest concerns right now. A few years ago he had an emergency stomach surgery because his stomach twisted up and inverted. Now he has to eat lightly or it could happen again. He’s a little too thin right now, but increases in food have led to the previously mentioned intestinal issues. I’m trying to spread it out in small feedings throughout the day, but poor thing, he just seems to be starving. He seems to feel fine (except for you-know-what), though.

There’s not a mean bone in Nemo’s body, and he just wants to love and be loved. And have your sandwich.

The big galoot.