Teaching Aunt Angie

Chicken with Tarragon and Artichoke

scaryrobotspider

Find the cute doggy face in this photo. Or the scaryrobotspider. Either one. #scaryrobotspider #cutedoggyface

Times When You're Dumb

I own a website called sheerdumbluckandbrownnascara.com

Beat that.

Tomatoes, and Basil, and Gardenias Oh My!

I love the Gardenias from our garden





And the tomatoes



and the basil (in pots)

Chick Pea, Hearts of Palm Tabouli with Fennel, Eggplant in oil, and seasoned Mozzarella

84 and Rockin' It

Introducing, Angie Masullo Girtell

We are creating a book, a Blog, a Website: "A Couple in the Kitchen" launching soon.

Here's a taste: Beef Chuck with Rigatoni. Roasted Red Peppers from tonight at http://twitpic.com/5ljao

Spring 2009

For three days now, the rain rinses fine
yellow dust from yawning jasmine and oleander.

It bends early irises, creates a nervous first
dance between the freesia and arugula, draws

a syncopated song from roof and chimney.
Soon, we will open the house windows and doors,

read books on lazy swings, sip the scent of gardenia,
fill the house with magnolia and white sage.

But for now, we stand at the window,
and watch the wash of winter.

Poem for My Husband 12

He mumbles. In his sleep, in waking, pacing

to the kitchen and back, he looks for

eyeglasses, the newspaper, a blue-handled

hammer his father gave him, a shoe.

He calculates always, the curse of genius.

He does the math, and while it adds up,

it never works out for humanity

in the end.

Still, he gets in his truck and leaves, to mow this one's

lawn, trim that one's trees. Cries with a man

whose wife is gone, listens to a long-tale teller

ramble on. And at home, and at night, he mumbles

these love songs to me.

Money Changes Everything

If I had a time machine, I'd travel back in history, find the first person who said, "Ok, put it in writing," and kick his sorry butt.

Next, I'd travel back one minute, find the guy he was talking to who said "I'll pay ya' tomorrow," and kick his sorry butt too.

Then I'd come back to the present, sit on my back porch, and paint the flowers in peace.

Bad artists copy. Good artists steal.

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The Picasso School of Art Promotion: Sell first, explain later