Archive | August, 2011

Cowgirls Ride Again!

30 Aug

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Mom, Nana, Tante, circa 1954'ish

A few months back, I posted a picture of my mom and Tante as little girls, dressed in their cowgirl outfits, along with the haiku, Ode to Cowgirls, to go with it.  To date, that's my personal favorite…

A few weeks back, Tante emailed me new family photos.  SWEET.  Among the gems was the above cowgirl pose.  It's not the same day!  My mom is in a different blouse, but the same skirt. 

Why is this significant?  It means my mom strapped on her six shooter more than once!  Seeing as she became a junior high school teacher, I think that practice came in handy.  Not to mention in wrangling my sister and I.

Also, this picture is taken with my great-grandmother, Nana.  I promise you she'll surface in my fiction sooner or later.  

She's the iron steel of our women.  I may not have all the facts straight, but her mother died young, so Nana was raised by other family, who didn't win any awards for their nice manners, including cutting off her hair.  One woman was so bad that Nana walked right up to her and slapped her across the face when she herself was just a teenager.  

Nana Facts:

  • She always matched her heels and purse until the day she died – even if she wasn't leaving the house.
  • She didn't mince words.  One day, in second grade, I practiced cheerleading in front of the TV, blocking Wheel of Fortune.  She sat me down, forcibly, and imitated me.  Ahem.  Long live Vanna White.
  • Her first date with my Paw-Paw was a church outing, picking violets.
  • While Paw-Paw, it is agreed, was the sweetest man to walk the earth, Nana ran the family and told everyone what to do.  Don't believe me?  One day on the phone with her son, I heard her say, "Yes dear, I know you're 72, but …"
  • Nana was the church nursery lady her whole life.  One day, I was in her nursery, around age four.  When Mom asked how I did, Nana replied, "Oh fine.  She had everyone organized and told them all what to do."  (Nana and I may have a thing or two in common…)

So if/when you meet a steely gaze coming from a little lady in my story, you know who the inspiration was.  Got any character gems in your family?  Please share!

The Sonoran Hot Dog – A Masterpiece!

26 Aug

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It don't look like much, but inside, culinary delights await.

We'd heard much about the Sonoran hot dog from our friends, Joe & Sara, who live in Tucson.  All of it Good, Glowing, and Rhapsodic.

But it sounded disgusting and, frankly, I was not a believer.  And I definitely didn't want to start my day with one, but I was outvoted.  We had places to go and a schedule to keep.  Hot dogs for breakfast it was.  

 I was skeptical.  I pointed longingly at a Starbucks as we drove by.

Let me explain my doubt.

Ingredients of the Sonoran Hot Dog 

  • Bacon wrapped beef hot dog
  • Warm pinto beans
  • Cojito cheese
  • Onions
  • Tomatoes
  • Jalapenos
  • Crema sauce
  • Salsa
  • Condiments

This list is not a hard and fast rule.  According to one website, you can “just stick whatever you want on there, and whatever amount, to make it taste good.”  But yes, you start with the bacon-mummified hot dog and pinto beans…

I took a bite, and then I sighed with indulgence (minus the jalapeno).

I can't describe, but if you like a hot dog, I'm here to tell you, you've never HAD a hot dog until you try one of these babies.  And yes, I've had an NYC hot dog.  Toronto dogs are better than NYC, and I've had those too.  

But the Sonoran Hot Dog?  I devoured two.  I considered three.

Breakfast redefined.  Photo drama below.

If you are in the Tuscon area, visit El Guero Canelo, and tell them Girl Parker sent you!

 

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JP is THRILLED.


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Behold, the beauties.


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Joe, our fearless eater, who clearly knew the scoop on this one.


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Roasted jalapenos in the condiments bar.


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The locals, who always know the best places.


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Eden, you poser!


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The giant Joe head shot is tradition!

Row #80 Wednesday Word Count

24 Aug

 

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I'm hoping today the ice cream man comes round, cuz I finally have good news on the word count front.  (I'm a great believer in rewards, and yes, I reward with food — at least till the new season of The Biggest Loser start.)

First, I must apologize.  
I haven't checked in in many weeks.  I just didn't.  

I've been writing, regularly even.  And I definitely have Row 80 to thank for that.  
It finally put writing in its daily spot, painful as that can be.  Some days the schedule gets hijacked — days when the hateful day job rudely butts in as the personal chef/grocery shopper/laundry goddess goes walkabout.  But generally, there I am, writing, at least for a little bit.

However, I've been jealous of those who report GIANT numbers.  Their ice cream is a full banana split, with fudge and peanuts and cherries.  

Sigh.  That's not me.  I just don't have that kind of time.  

But my little numbers are steady.  
So I've decided I love my scoop of strawberry.  It will do just fine.

August 15-20 = 220 to 400 words/day (1350?)
August 21 = 0.
August 22 = 1,251 words.
August 23 = 0.
August 24 = edits and character work.

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