India Lentils

My sister Nancy can’t pass more than 3 people without engaging one of them in conversation. Sometimes it’s sorta like an interrogation. She’s a very curious person. Really pays off sometimes, though. She met a lady on the bus on her way to work in New Orleans years ago who was from India and somehow they got to talking about food and she gave my sister this recipe for lentils and brown rice. Said it was great for losing weight. One cup of lentils over one cup of rice is a meal. I tried it and it’s really good. I used to take it for lunch instead of a sandwich. Try it.

ps. you have to eat only a serving at a time to really lose weight.

India Lentils
1 Tablespoon Olive oil
1 16 oz pack lentils
1 onion (chopped)
2 or 3 garlic cloves
½ bell pepper
2 bay leaves
1 inch cutting of ginger, grated
1 tsp salt
1 tsp cumin
¾ cup ketchup
1 tsp brown sugar

Saute onion, garlic, bell pepper.
Add all ingredients and 1 ½ to 2 qts of water.
Cook until soft.
Serve over brown rice.

Cha Cha

My Brother George, alias Cha Cha, back in the 60's.

Cha Cha

George as my number one salesman helping me to sell my ragdolls to all his customers in New York.

Just a few old memories revisited

Forever

The doctor came by and spoke the words
To her that his eyes already told me two
weeks before

With great delicacy
she picked those words apart
choosing to keep
only the most palatable

Sitting in the corner of her room
I watched her as she bent
her head over the hospital tray
feet dangling over the edge of the bed

She labored over her checkbook
Making sure her accounts were in order
Soft white hair, newly regrown, curled
at the nape of her neck

She worked so intently
I remembered as I watched her swollen fingers

How cool they felt once, as a child,
on my feverish skin
I wanted to keep this image of her forever
But I don’t know anymore, what forever is

Visitation

Sometimes when the summer sun warms a late afternoon
I can still see her standing at the sidewalks edge
With her skirt billowing around her legs and
Strands of pretty straw-colored hair blowing across her face
“Remember,” she tells him, ”You said I could see them,
Whenever I want—you said”
He ushers us into the back seat,
And slips into the front,
Twists the key and revs the engine a few times
Finally he nods in her direction, then eases the shiny black Olds
Slowly away from the curb as we clutch our canvas bags
Full of crumpled clothes
And hold on to whenever I want.