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This was the best, juiciest, meatiest goodness after a long day!
OMG! I have to make this again! It’s soooo easy.
1/4 cup of zucchini (cubed about) 2 large portobello mushrooms 4 heaping tablespoons of Cat Cora’s Santorini sauce Daiya cheese or mozzarella 3 tablespoons of water
1. Break the stem and fill the mushroom cap with zucchini, cracked pepper & salt, sauce, and cheese. 2. Heat a frying pan to medium and add the water. 3. Place filled mushrooms in the pan and cover with lid for 5-7min. Check for tender meaty mushrooms. The cheese should be bubbling.
For the week of Christmas I’ll be traveling home to my folks (Don’t try to break into my home we have Ninjas). Upon arrival home I’ll have pockets of awkward dead time (if you have no idea what I’m talking about you did not grow up with Asian parents) to do random writings. So below is the genre of story I’ll be doing each day.
Now I just want a subject matter to write about - Please don’t say write about cabbage because I will just take the plot fromLittle Shop of Horrors and shove it down your piehole. So suggestions please! reply in the notes section so everybody can see. Or maybe nobody will reply…and I’ll have to default to my regular writings….
The young man stood just under the boardwalk leaning against it’s wooden beam. He had arrived just under an hour ago and decided to watching the crowd thin. As the sun began to set against his back the over hanging lamp cast a long peculiar shadow across the sand. There were still stragglers on the beach packing up their belongings. A girl folded an ALF beach towel then glanced in his direction. He looked away quickly. Her friend laughed and pushed her Ray-ban’s up on her head. She said something in audible to her friend. They giggled then looked back in his direction.
"Creep." He heard the girl in Ray-bans yell as they grabbed their jelly’s from the sand and walked away. The young man sighed it was nearing the end of summer, and the evening climate was finally bearable again. Up on the boardwalk paper flyers were strewn all over the ground. As the warm wind from the sea blew in land it whipped the flyers into the air and scattered them carelessly on to the sand. A postcard sized sheet fluttered then landed on the man’s bare foot. Glancing down he saw on it something shiny glitter under the lamp light. Pulling his hands from his pockets the young man bent and picked up the postcard.
Forget the past, and ponder the future.
Affixed to the postcard was a quarter. The man wanted to chuckle. How much did it cost to make this flyer? He looked upon the sand for others like it. Pushing off the wooden column he walked across the warm sand picking up one then another, but all the flyers were different from the one he held. He stood still holding the crumpled sheet in hand wondering what to do. He didn’t want to return to his apartment. It was dark, and quiet, and lacking food. The life of a bachelor was not bad he admitted. The freedom to do as he wished at all hours of the night was welcoming. Unfortunately based on his current circumstances he would not be long in this life style. But he had no other place to go. He recalled the last fight he had with his father and cringed at the thought of showing up on his childhood doorsteps.
Over head boardwalk patrols were biking down the length of the walk. Their tires made a soft crunching rumble as they passed by. It was time to go home he told himself. Climbing the steps up to the walk he scanned the long planks. There 20 yards away was an old rusty payphone. The man looked down at the quarter taped to the flyer. He read the name and phone number at the bottom of the sheet.
"Hi, um I’m looking for an Emmalia Darlington?"
"This is she."
"Yeah, I was wondering if you do…well it says you do, um a hypnosis…ah type thing?"
There was a pause on the other end.
"What do you do for a living?" The woman asked.
"I’m a carpenter."
The man didn’t know how to respond. “Ah, yeah.”
"And you are good at this skill?" The woman asked.
He gave a slight hesitant chuckle then shifted the phone on his ear. “Well, I mean…I’d like to think so.”
"Make me something."
"Ah…ok. What-what do you have in mind."
"I’ll send you a letter."
"Oh." The man on the phone paused. "Uh, well…ok. Oh! Wait do you need my address or something? Cause I don’t think I gave it to you, and I don’t know how much longer I’m gonna be there…" He stopped as he realized he was rambling.
"What is your name?"
"Ah…Mick? Mick Bruner."
"Is this Mick Andrew Bruner? Living in apartment 3B on 581 Belle Point St, Forest hills, Queens."
The man named Mick nearly dropped the phone.
"Ye-yes." He stammered.
"I will send you a letter."
"Ah, ok. Is there some kind of payment…? I don’t really make a lot. So I may have to pay in installments."
"Work for me, my crafter is entering old age."
“What? I’m sorry…you what? You want me to do?”
“You may work for me, if repayment is what you seek.”
"Ah…" Mick wanted to laugh. "Excuse me if I’m being too forward. What exactly does your crafter do? I don’t know if my skills will translate over to-”
"Well Mick now is not the time to worry on such things. If you’re not a very good carpenter then it will not matter what my crafter can do."
A sharpness struck Mick in the chest. The woman’s words though possibly true had driven what was left of his ego into the ground.
"Ah, yeah right." He agreed somberly. "Then I’ll wait for your letter."
"Good bye Mick." The phone went silent.
Mick leaned against the inside of the phone booth, he still clutched the phone in his left hand. As shivers ripped through his body he slowly hung the phone. He was frightened, but a small twinge of hope crept up upon him. He cleared his throat, a nervous habit, and inhaled slowly. It began with a thought. She knows my address. She knows my address. This would be ok. He told himself. Everything would be ok. He ran his hand over the top of his head. Then a laugh of disbelief erupted from his chest. He couldn’t wait for her letter.
Saw these beauties at the grocery store and fell in love. What color they have!
Under the store fluorescents they looked a dead pale grey, but back home in natural sun light they glowed with a jewel tone!😍
I have slit and wrapped one in foil baking in my oven as I type. If the flavor is to my liking they are getting hacked in half and suspended in water.
*A fun fact the leaves of the sweet potato are usually edible and contain highly more nutritional value than the root plant.
Update: one hour later…
Baked and delicious ~
Though texture & flavor differs from the standard American sweet potato with it’s moist sweet sticky juice filled with stringy fibers. The Korean sweet potato seems practically lacking in fibers. Placing a small bite in my mouth and I was greeted with a bursts of sweet sandy texture. Macerating it only coated my mouth with a smooth and subtly richly silky texture across the tongue.
It’s flavor reminds me of a roasted chestnut, ~ as I write I have to stop and re-fill my mouth! Haha
Are you hungry yet? Yes folks go out there and buy this gem and give it a good roast.
Hannah grinned at James. Their trek up the mountain side began with numb fingers and runny noses. As their bodies acclimated to the dry cold their faces grew rosy and their strides longer. They stopped to admire the woodlands. They paused to point at natural formations. They held hands, and talked, and walked without a care.
James ran off on a tangent and returned to Hannah with walking sticks. She graciously accepted and they bore their way deeper in. Each step was one closer to the giant in the sky, and as they drew closer the trees dipped downward into a valley. Hannah could finally view the treehouse to its fullest.
“James, this place is really big…” Hannah paused with one palm against her knee. “I don’t even know how to maintain something like that.”
“It’s ok we’ll figure it out. Do you want to stop?” He reached a hand to her. “We could read the Homeowner’s guide.”
Hannah shook her head and hooked her thumb into the backpack straps.
“I kinda want to get there.” Hannah huffed her eyes alight.
“Ok. Let’s keep going.” James agreed.
She gave James a quick nod and then Hannah was climbing down into the valley. As they hiked closer to the structure the forest seemed to grow denser. Boulders rose up in their path preventing a straight course. Instead they carved a new path around the stone slab and continued their course. Hannah wedged her way through thick shrubs and fallen trees. James climbed up tall uneven terrain then turned to hoist Hannah up to him. They were very close maybe another forty yard. They walked past a stream were the water had frozen along the banks, there was still a trickling stream of clean crisp water zigzagging down the middle. Hannah followed in James’ footsteps up and over the other side of the valley and there they could see the base of the largest tree harboring their new home.
As they closed in Hannah darted from behind James and gave a shout.
"Hello?" She gasped
"Hello!" James chimed in.
The air was silent.
"I don’t get it. Nobody’s here?” Hannah panted. “I mean where’s the door? How do we get inside?"
"Time to crack open this book." James said sliding his pack off a shoulder.
He unzipped the front pocket and pulled out the torn manila pouch.
"You know what I realized?"
"We don’t have anybody’s cellphone number. Like Mick never gave us his, or that Abigail lady, or the author-"
"Nope. Stop. Don’t do that to yourself." James interrupted her. "You’re gonna psych yourself out."
"But what if-"
"Not listening Hannah. Go find a door." James said opening the guide book.
Hannah watched James flip from one page to the next. Placing her hands on her hips she gathered her thoughts and looked up at the massive structure. It towered a good 20-30 feet over head. Her eyes traced the rope knotted walkway. It’s base was a series of tightly placed wooden planks that completed its structural integrity. She wondered if she dared to walk across such a mobile path. A good gust of wind and she might be crippled to her knees clutching it’s planks for safety. Suddenly the height seemed dizzying and her head bowed to the ground. A black mass seemed to cover her vision as she fought to focus on the yellow pine needles.
"Ok, there is a platform…" James ran his finger across the page. "That rides up.” James pointed. “No I read that wrong. There’s a platform that descends, and we ride up.”
Hannah blinked back her focus and looked at James.
He stood with the book open in one palm, and a pine cone in the other. James looked up at her with purpose.
"What’s the pine cone for?"
"Nothing. I just really like the smell of pine cones." He said bringing it under his nose.
"Oh." Hannah paused. "You dork! I thought you were gonna open a door with it or something."
"It’s a pine cone. What am I gonna do with it?" James laughed.
Hannah punched him in the arm. “You looked all serious! Like oooh! I have a stupid pine cone.” James laughed and stumbled away from Hannah’s second fist attack.
"Oh Hannah…what am I going to do with you?" He said tossing the pine cone over his shoulder and throwing the book on to the pack.
"What am I going to do with you!" She countered. James caught Hannah in his arms as she made another attempt to swat him.
“Nope, no more beating up the husband.” He said pulling her into his chest and resting his forehead against hers. “Does my wifey want to go up?” Hannah tucked her arms insides James’ embrace and slid her hands up to his warm face. She kissed his cold lips.
"Yes." She whispered with her eyes closed.
"Ok. Help me find a sapling."
Hannah wrinkled her nose.
"Least…romantic thing you’ve ever said." She said opening her eyes.
James smiled at her. “My wife’s hands are cold. Let’s get you inside.” He said stepping back and rubbing his cheeks.
“And how are you gonna do that?”
“Well according to my hand writing” James said with a serious tone.
Hannah’s eyes widened.
"It says there is a sapling at the base of the second largest tree. And my handwriting told me to pull.”
“Ok.” Hannah studied James.
"Well, looking around…that’s about the second largest." He pointed. "And that’s the only sapling I see." James picked up the book and his pack. Hannah followed.
"Can I see it-the handwriting in the book?"
James slid it out from under his arm. And flipped to the page. Hannah read the words.
James, there’s a sapling at the base of the second tree. Pull it.
Hannah looked at the back of James’ head as he squatted in front of the sapling. This was his handwriting…Did he plan all of this? Was this an elaborate vacation scheme? How could he have written this to himself? She knew how much he made, there’s no way he could afford this, and yet? It must have all been him. The letters, the woman Ms. Darlington, and Mick. It all made sense. He did this for her. Hannah smiled. Tears crept upon her lower eyelids. She wanted to hold him tight in her arms.
James gave a hard tug on the small plant and fell backwards rolling in the pine needles.
"Are you ok?" Hannah shouted.
"Yeah. Sapling was a lot lighter than I thought." James sat up with his elbows. “Should have probably guessed that huh?” He shrugged tucking his legs under his body and shifted into a kneeling position. He peered into the shallow hole left by the roots and realized the sapling was a false plant. In the small pit was a brass wall panel sloping at a 45 degree angle. On it displayed 3 sets of peculiar looking keys. Above them were three small labeled plaques:
~James~ ~Hannah~ ~SPARE~
James reached down and unhooked Hannah’s set handing it to her. Then he reached back in and grabbed the other two.
"Guess this is how we get in." He said examining the brass colored keys. "They look so old…well let’s see what happens." He shrugged then leaned in to study the panel.
“There’s…I think. A keyhole.” Hannah watched as he compared the keys in hand to the small hole on the wall above the name plaques. Finally choosing one he inserted the key and turned. Hannah waited.
"Think that’s the wrong key." James said bending lower placing his right hand against the panel trying for another key.
Hannah frowned. Did he really not plan this?
"This one?" James tried the next one. A soft drumming started like nails tapping on glass. Then the gentle sound of a motor turned on behind them. The two turned and looked up. An oval shaped platform had release from under the largest treehouse structure. It descended slow revealing a gaping hole to their new home. As the platform approached the ground Hannah could see its outer frame was built with an ornate rot iron guard rail. The platform was brought down by a large old world gear linking system that disappeared inside a wide 8’ foot tall cylinder at the center of the platform. As it neared the platform stopped and hovered just 8” above the pine needles. James removed the key with a counter clockwise turn and replaced the sapling. He stood up and looked at Hannah. Let’s go home he ushered her. Hannah’s face was in awe, she nodded in agreement.
"James, it’s so pretty." She pointed at the guard rail.
"Isn’t it?" He smiled catching her hand. Hannah’s fingers gladly wove into his as she clutched the book to her chest. James slid the pack back on and they walked up to the platform. Hanna hesitated.
"It’s not gonna break right?” She asked sheepishly.
"No. We’ll be fine. I’ll go up first if you want."
"No, I’ll come."
James placed one foot, then the other on the platform. “It’s pretty sturdy.” he said gripping the railing and trying to shake it. The platform swayed slightly. He walked in a semi-circle examining the platform.
"Hah!" He laughed, "Another keyhole to operate! I feel like Jules Vern!" He looked at Hannah and quickly strolled over to her. Putting his hands on his hip he tilted his head skyward.
“Ahem!” He cleared his throat. Hannah laughed. She rested both her hands on the beautifully entwined railing.
“My dork.” She snorted.
Taking a regal stances he bowed to Hannah. “Would my lady like to see the sky?”
Hannah snorted again then shook her head at her theatrical husband. “Yes.” She said with a serious tone and extending her left hand finally and stepped onto the platform. James led her around the large cylinder to the second brass panel. Hannah peered down at the panel with three simply marked ivory buttons.
Above the buttons was another keyhole. James inserted the same key and turned slowly clockwise. A series of gears and chains inside the cylinder’s base began to move and link one over the other, over the other. Then they were off! The platform steadily raised itself towards the open treehouse. Hannah looked up. The sky was an ombré of blue, purple and pink. The multiple compartments of the treehouse created a beautiful dark brown silhouette against the deepening sky.
"This is amazing." She whispered. James agreed slipping his arms around Hannah’s waist.