In the Wikwemikong Unceded Indian Reserve
on Manitoulin Island
of some quiet authority
generously gave me the name
of various objects in Ojibwa.
Seeking to see
her breadth I finally
pointed at my laptop.
and she responded
without missing a beat
with a word I couldn’t pronounce
much less spell.
I scratched my head.
What does that mean?
It means something that holds memory.
So when I rest on my modern laurels
all content with my latest toy
complete with new power adaptor
I’m often jolted back
to that honest woman
who had a better name for our
technology than we do
and let out a long, heated, breath.
What can I follow up New York with? Cheesecake of course. This is a recipe of my own concoction which has gone over well with friends and coworkers. It’s interesting on the palate with the tartness of the goat cheese.
- 2c almonds, ground and toasted
- 4tbsp. butter (melted)
- 3env. unflavoured gelatin
- 1/2c water
- 500g Billy goat’s milk cheese (softened) [that’s a goat that’s a tom boy]
- 500g Bessy cow’s cream cheese (softened)
- 1 & 1/2c sugar
- several squirts almond extract (real)
- 1c heavy cream (18% or greater)
- dulce de leche (heated, the amount depends on how sweet you are)
- in medium glass bowl combine almonds and butter, press mixture into pan or cupcake cups
- place water in small sauce pan sprinkle gelatine over and let stand 5 minutes, then stir over low heat until completely dissolved
- in mixer beat the cheeses until smooth, add in sugar until well combined, gradually pour in gelatin, cream and almond extract until you have a smooth liquid
- pour mixture into pan or cups and refrigerate for at least 3 hours, you can freeze it too if you wish but remember to thaw half an hour before serving
- heat the dulce de leche until it pours easily and drizzle on top
- Serves 20 polite people or about a dozen people like me
- Gluten free
- Goes well with fresh fruit if you prefer that to the dulce de leche
You don’t have to
scratch too hard
to get to the hard manhattan schist
You can see it exposed all about
in Central Park
like a heart on a sleeve
They walk there joyously released
from iron concrete steel
but if tested
They’ll show their roots.
Rock hard attitudes
quick and unashamed
loyal and helpful to any fault
Julie sits on the
chalkboard black rock each day,
the one back from the old dock
behind the salty nets hanging
and by the rotted planks no one wants to fix,
and most days
catches a glimpse
through the many obstacles
of Gerry as he returns
She stares at him
fixing him in her sight and points his way
but he ignores her most days
the year before
when he’d glimpsed her.
He remembered her.
He’d been gentle as he always was
and had never led her on.
So why did she haunt him?
Was that pointing finger
brighter than some
found Gerry angry enough from a bad fishing day.
He stomped over.
Julie’s eyes showed some surprise
especially when one of his stalking feet
through one of the old dock boards.
though he swore down at his caught foot
she pointed at him
Quickly she lifted and scrambled away
back to him.
But Gerry didn’t see
when he finally looked back up.
She hadn’t been alone,
that the pointing was all for the benefit of
the little girl in her lap.
Is being a good example
I hope not.
There’s a lot to be said
for the funny relative
I certainly always liked the funny
Aunt or Uncle
Gramps or Gran
But will they age well?
That’s one of those hindsight questions.
I’m waiting to see
what nieces and nephews
if comic relevance
on the tightrope over a
cynical generation gape.
Smart convenience set
to finger tips. Will spoil us
You’ve got to breathe your
own air, at times, to crowd cope.
Or thoughts are so squeezed.