Saturday, September 21, 2002

Another hot and muggy day running into a hot and muggy evening. There are times when I don't mind being sweaty and sticky but there is something so wrong about sweating while lying still under a fan.

This evening we had ground beef stroganoff on rice, caesar salad, and fruit salad.

Stroganoff recipe: 1lb ground beef, one finely chopped onion, 1 lb. sliced mushrooms, 1-2 Tablespoons olive oil, 1/4 cup tomato sauce, 2 cloves minced garlic, 1/2 cup sour cream, paprika, salt, pepper. Cook mushrooms and onions in olive oil until soft. Brown beef over medium low heat. Add garlic and paprika to beef for the last few minutes of cooking. Stir the tomato sauce and sour cream into the meat, add mushrooms and onions, seson to taste. Serve over rice or noodles.

Friday, September 20, 2002

Tonight's dinner is homemade pizza with mushrooms, spinach, and onions, a salad, and ice cream for dessert. We usually don' have ice cream with pizza but it's been so hot that I decided to have a treat.

Pizza recipe: 1.5 cups warm water, 2 Tablespoons milk, 4 teaspoons yeast, 1 teaspoon salt, 2 Tablespoons olive oil, and 4 cups of flour. Mix all together, knead well, let rise 1.5 hours. Punch down and let rise 1 more hour. Makes two large pizzas. Top with favorites and bake at 450 for 10 minutes or until cheese is bubbly.

Thursday, September 19, 2002

We met on the net and built a relationship over debate and discussions on many issues. We agreed to meet in town by the bookstore. It was a beautiful September morning and as we walked to the park we chatted about happenings on the net and current events. There weren't many people in the park so we perched on a wall to watch and wait. We were approached by a man who wanted us to sign his religious political petition. He wouldn't take "No!" for an answer so we were soon tag team debating him on religious freedom, separation of Church and State, and God in our lives. He seemed a little shocked at the energy and knowledge that his comments evoked in us. It was exciting and got my mind and blood racing. Tchah! His closed cycle thinking and scattered logic got old fast and we moved on. We walked the plaza from end to end looking for "our type of people". We found them; they found us. It was good to know we weren't alone. We had come to speak our minds and exercise our rights. Different women and men spoke about how things were and how they are and how they should be. My body resonated with the action while my mind sorted what was said. We were one, we were flushed (or was that sunburn), we were euphoric.

Two hours later we went our separate ways.

We were strong. We were sexy.

We were middle-aged protestor Moms.