by Bea Garth, copyright 2008
Try these delicious carob, banana bars. Again they seem sinfully rich but aren't since there is no sugar, chocolate, eggs or milk.
preheat oven to 350 degrees
½ cup butter or margarine
1 teaspoon vanilla extract
2 tablespoons coconut milk (or other)
3 tablespoons applesauce
1 ½ cups mashed ripe bananas (about 3 medium)
2 cups GF flour mix
1 teaspoon baking powder
¾ teaspoon stevia powder
½ teaspoon potato flour
1 teaspoon baking soda
½ teaspoon salt
1 teaspoon xanthan gum
1/2 cup carob powder
Optional -- Add:
1 cup sunflower seeds (or chopped nuts)
In a mixing bowl, cream butter. Add vanilla extract, coconut milk and applesauce ; beat until thoroughly combined. Blend in mashed bananas.
Combine the gluten free flour mix, potato flour, xanthan gum, carob, baking powder, baking soda and salt.
Add flour mixture to creamed and mix well.
Optional: Add sunflower seeds or chopped nuts.
Spread into a greased 13 x 9-inch baking pan.
Bake at 350F for 25 minutes or until the bars test done.
Yields about 2 ½ to 3 dozen bars.
Monday, June 9, 2008
Saturday, June 7, 2008
Herman
by Bea Garth
copyright 2008
work still in progress
Note: click on picture to see an expanded version
This piece is inspired by my great grandfather Herman Sund.
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
ON WHAT IS REQUIRED
by Bea Garth
copyright 2008
I wintered far too long
thick roots strangled my every movement
as I dreamed of Spring
despite what seemed all odds
willing myself to un-twine
the hidden spells that bound me.
Miraculously, I woke up
knowing what finally to do:
what majicks to enact, what potions to drink,
what edibles to eat, what things to avoid.
Slowly I revive
as I finally begin to turn the soil
and spread the rich compost
that sat forgotten
through that dark forbidding Winter.
Now I hear the Earth Sprites laugh
waiting for the new starts:
tomato, yellow-squash, cucumber,
rosemary, thyme, sage and rue,
brilliant red marigold
and their cousins -- golden calendula.
And, despite the lateness of Spring,
the earliness of Summer
grabs me by my hands
during this pregnant New Moon,
showing me Winter truly has passed
and will not come again for some Time yet
but action Now is of the Essence.
copyright 2008
I wintered far too long
thick roots strangled my every movement
as I dreamed of Spring
despite what seemed all odds
willing myself to un-twine
the hidden spells that bound me.
Miraculously, I woke up
knowing what finally to do:
what majicks to enact, what potions to drink,
what edibles to eat, what things to avoid.
Slowly I revive
as I finally begin to turn the soil
and spread the rich compost
that sat forgotten
through that dark forbidding Winter.
Now I hear the Earth Sprites laugh
waiting for the new starts:
tomato, yellow-squash, cucumber,
rosemary, thyme, sage and rue,
brilliant red marigold
and their cousins -- golden calendula.
And, despite the lateness of Spring,
the earliness of Summer
grabs me by my hands
during this pregnant New Moon,
showing me Winter truly has passed
and will not come again for some Time yet
but action Now is of the Essence.
Monday, June 2, 2008
SUNSET BAY STATE PARK (first part)
by Steve Arntson
copyright 2008
See it there!
A sunset just a darkening
A black-and-white affair
more suitable for Bad Guys and lonesome times
It is said the rocks were blasted once
At the entrance dynamite you didn't stick around!
the stock market crashed
It's 1933
And the sun has simply turned to stone with the times
An amorphous gray
It's still a market
Still a sunset
And what we're hearing like banshee landlords
the cries of the avifauna
their absolute agenda
The Bay is like a sudden crater
where the truth about money is a costly surprise
the color of steel
The new color of the sinking star
New gray
As if gray were Noel and anomaly
what painters' eyes have never seen
and therefore attempted
with their pallet's bright ouija
Designation: poverty
The ranger pronounces government green
that seems another version of "All is lost!"
Chances are you own a uniform yourself
And keep it tailored to a vanishing life-form
"Money market" is alliteration only
A tease in the mind
A cork afloat in the cranial sea
where no horizon's ever discerned
dimeless
Something unthought-of before
Upwind or down
We're just about turned into animals again
No one's to blame how does it feel?
Half-light and half-dark
It's a sunset devoured by a battleship's paint job
A gray that's waiting
on the sirens of Roman numeral wars
I II and counting impatiently
Let the ranger speak!
Can purple be a color? and red? out there?
right now?
Blown apart!
westmost smithereens
an underwater temple deconstructed
What sealife does and all the time
The ranger's talking science to no one in particular
Talking to retire she incubates a bias towards the west
The last lines of sight beginning to curve
and be a reservoir of sable shallow numerology
海の日、江の島, The Day of the Sea, Enoshima
by Erik Kaye
copyright 2008
watercolor
Note: double click on picture to enlarge
This is another in a series of watercolors of Japan by Erik Kaye. He has been living there with his wife since the late nineties.
copyright 2008
watercolor
Note: double click on picture to enlarge
This is another in a series of watercolors of Japan by Erik Kaye. He has been living there with his wife since the late nineties.
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