Splendor in the Grass

It occurred to me that like in the lesson of the molinetes - safe, safe, unsafe, unsafe... it is in the unsafe places where there is an entrance into the new and enthralling; where the ganchos, enganchos, and fancy schmancy leg lifts live. I have this feeling that it will be a good week and will continue to work on "indicating precisely what I want to say and in this vein have begun going "confidently in the direction of my dreams" - by submitting some freelance writings for publication perusal. Ay Nako, What about my life isn't freelance? Where are the roots to this monkey pod tree? Contemplating this I couldn't really wrap my head around it so I went to the farmer's market.

At the farmers market today there was a woman who bought lemongrass... lemongrass!? Come on, what is that exactly? So i stopped and listened. Apparently it is excellent for tea, or as a marinade with teriyaki, finely ground, embellish as you will. muy interesante! I'll buy that for a dolla, how charming as that's exactly what it cost. I have as well picked up some eggplants, ono and indigenous apple bananas, fresh edamame and 3 day papayas. Final total: $11.50. Gosh, I love the farmer's market. This was the conundrum, 2 day or 3 day papayas? I knew I would probably not have the appetite to eat them today but at 89 cents each, and with the friendly, tooth-less Uncle smiling expectantly it was my fiscal and moral responsibility to buy. On the way home I looked for Guido but couldn't find him, instead I ran into the cute Oklahoman, Japanese, Mormon boy I'd seen twice before on the bus to Bikram. Do you have to be Mormon to date a Mormon? This is probably not a PC question, so I digress. But as a sidenote: THE most stunning men in the Pacific, in my opinion, possibly the world are all sequestered in Lā'ʻie, Mormon-ville to the layman, at the Polynesian Cultural Center. I don't know, maybe it's because they practice hour after hour to WoW the tourists with fire-dancing and climbing palm trees... maybe it's just in the Aotearoa/New Zealand genes (yes! yes! my brain screams) but whatever it is, they are more than probably off-limits to a little New York, Filipina Catholic girl. (Mom, please don't comment) ;) So tonight I will attempt to make Lemongrass chicken, and lemongrass tea (Sweet Jessica Tandy, please let me not burn down the house!), while thinking of dancing, fire-spinning off-limits men. Maybe for right now a little lemongrass is root enough for me.

On August 21, 5-0 turns 5-0 yahooo!! At least in the American sense of the word, and now that Argentine Tango boot camp is over it is time to seek other outlets for energy. Maybe parasailing, getting my skydiver's licence, learning how to shortboard or maybe, just maybe, in reverence for Hawai'i nee's Golden Anniversary, attempting to climb Ka'ala (the highest mauna on O'ahu). Tune in soon folks, Aloha til then =)