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Make Your Guts Beg For Mercy

You will get no quarter from this salsa. It is an unrelenting, smoky burn all the way through. That's all the way through,  mind you, so be prepared . Eat a lot if you are feeling particularly masochistic.  I   do   love  it though- it keeps me warm in my unheated, drafty, Mexican digs.  If any one wants, I will gift it to you for Christmas or such occasion as requiring giftables. 

Installation Art = Home Making

Bookshelves! Go!

A Guest at the Table

miel es dulce  pero un arce no es una abeja Ruler of the back garden.  A walk down the boulevard suddenly became lunch at this sweet, nay romantic place called La Casa del Desayuno. The plan was to take a walking break and have coffee, but Hugo felt it would be more polite to order food. This is how we met this scavenger, beggar in the garden- who I named Pseudo Miel because the server gave me maple syrup instead of honey and afterward I learned that you have to be specific which one you want; as miel is short for both kinds of viscus sweeteners. I was actually finding myself almost falling for the little scrapper. It was bold went it had to be and desirous of a friendly hand instead of being kicked away all the time. Our server invited us to take the cat, but it belonged to the neighbor and I don't think the dogs at the house would take kindly to a new creature around- especially one that isn't a dog. I will visit La Casa again and maybe see this litt

Cactus in a Can

The happiest set of cacti you will ever see- tm One of the first things to unpack when I was off the plane were my hearty, armata travel companions. I let them breathe a bit in San Diego and once I was in Rosarito gave them pots of their own and nice black dirt to squirm their root into. They weren't the clay pots I hoped for, but I don't think they mind in the least. They are happy for the sunshine, good soil and safety. I take my care of these hispid guys kinda seriously- as I did make the choice to take them out of their natural environment in Arizona and cart them 'all over the place' with me. They were the best souvenir of the Grand Canyon I could think of keeping.   If you don't know plants whatsoever, I suggest getting a cactus. They don't need much and can put up with a lot of crap- -like being wrapped up in dirt and plastic, shoved into suitcases which go through the airport luggage grinders and get put in cargo holds of planes that fly 37 th