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JAMIE’S BLOG – DAY 273 :: the last tomatoes

5 Oct
Bliss of the day: the last tomatoes.

Salsa Anyone?

More tomorrow.


Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 227 :: back at the tomato farm…

15 Aug

I’m home and we have more tomatoes than I could have imagined. They are stacked on the kitchen window, they are canned into salsa and pasta sauce and they are still growing in the garden!

I’m having flashbacks to my year of Abundance. But I’m loving some fresh salsa.  It almost feels like we live on a tomato farm.

At least we didn’t plant zucchini!

It does remind me that peak performance comes in seasons. And tomatoes, well, you’re on!
More tomorrow.


{how do you feel abundant?}

Jamie’s BLOG – DAY 200 :: watching over summer tomatoes

19 Jul

We are more than halfway through the year, and in the height of ONE HOT summer.

The 100-degree heat is good for sweating off some unwanted pounds and producing some beautiful vegetables. I swear you could grow anything here on the left coast — it’s so sunny and hot, just add water.

And just look at these tomatoes I picked today!

I mean honestly! I still have no idea what I’m doing in the garden. I have no idea what makes these things grow. We just water the ground and it sprouts.

The corn in the garden is now taller than me. The tomatoes have created their own kingdom of vines. The celery is turning into towers and the kale looks like its own radar tower shooting out of the ground floor.

I would love to take credit for any of it, but I cannot. Justin turns on the water at night. I wake up in the morning and look at the green jungle in awe. It is literally growing before my eyes.

It is Mother Nature’s Peak Performance.

I do nothing except pick and harvest and talk to the little flowering buds.

Sometimes I sing to them. It’s really a function of being a highly outgoing individual who is socially starved of the intellectual connections she once knew in a land called Boston.

There, in Beantown, I would discuss the fate of humanity, the economic crisis, politics, business and the outcome of every Red Sox game.

But, here, on this coast, it is just too hot to think intellectually. My mind is focused on how to cool down the house, when to open the windows and when to turn the air conditioner on for maximum ice box potential. P.S. On this coast nobody really cares about the Red Sox.

So I watch my tomatoes grow. And in some simply beautiful way, it seems there really is nothing more important in the world that making sure somebody watches over them, makes sure they are sung to, and picks them at just the right ripe moment.

And that makes me think, in some odd way, if everyone just took care of their own tomatoes there might be more than just fresh food in the world.

There might be a bit more singing. And salsa.

More tomorrow.

{who do you sing to?}

Day 197: fat, sick and nearly dead

16 Jul

As you know, I entered this year determined to be fearless. But, I don’t want more fear or less in my life.  I want more love.  So I made up a new word, lovemore!   That’s why Lovemore Mondays are here.

Today’s Lovemore Monday is a love story about food.

My dinner consisted of:




and Leftover Baked Apples and Pears


I got a chuckle out of it, actually.

We’ve eaten so well over this last year, mostly yummy, fresh, natural foods. So much so, my sorry semblance of a “meal” tonight made me feel like I was fasting.

Over the past year, there have been a few moments of dietary dilemmas: yes, that’s you Paris and the Grand Canyon!  They both sent my dietary routine into a tail spin.

Let me just point out that there is an interesting phenomenon that happens when you write a daily blog. For one, friends stop calling because they already know what you’re doing — and everybody else knows what you eat (or don’t).

So much so, down in the Grand Canyon a family member pulled me aside and said, “So, I see you are eating cookies…”

Yes. I ate cookies in the Grand Canyon.  

Before we left, I decided to let my diet be open to anything during our trek in the canyon. Mostly because I didn’t know what to expect and I really didn’t want to be a pain at dinner time gatherings.  We were, obviously, not just on vacation but on a survival trek — and if ever there were a time to eat an extra 58,000 calories, I figured this would be it.

(Just kidding on the 58,000of calories. I have no idea how many calories we ate down in the canyon, but I do know this:  nothing tastes better than a big meal after a hard day of work and play.)

Now back to civilization I am and my body needs a rest.

So, this weekend I watched Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead. It’s the story of Joe Cross from Australia and his commitment to juicing 60 days straight in order to clean up his act and his health.

I’m not ready to jump into a 60 day fast.  But, it did make me realize all the goodies I can add to my summer diet.

Oh! Did you hear that?
The fresh tomatoes are literally dropping off the vine.

And, that’s why, on this hot, scorcher of a summer day…
I. Love. It.

Happy summer. Happy fresh food. Here’s to your summer dinner table (clink! clink!).


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