Crawfish Bisque

Crawdads boiled, crawdads steamed, crawdads fried, crawdads bisque, what’s next? Crawdads heaven!!

The Domestic Man

About this time last year, I posted a Blue Crab and Chipotle Tabasco Bisque that quickly because one of my most-cooked soups (and this is coming from a guy who cooks a lot of soup). I’ve been playing around with the formula a bit, to the point where I felt it was appropriate to post another one using shellfish (and that Shellfish Stock recipe from last week).

Quick reminder – I am giving away eight $25 Costco gift cards, and the giveaway ends on Thursday, so jump on it if you haven’t already.

And now for the big news: I found out that my cookbook, Paleo Takeout, made it onto the New York Timesbest seller list for July! How cool is that? Now I need to go through all of my social media profiles and add my new title to everything. I’m super excited and tremendously…

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Toiling… A work in progress

Wash the dust and grime,

traces of a life of labor,

mining, farming, laying track,

tell me what you see then,

when you wash the dust and grime,

from my hands, from my face.
Straighten my bent, stooped back,

bent in a life of labor,

hauling coal, harvesting, toting rail,

let me look you in the eye,

when you straighten my bent, stooped back,

from a life of labor.
Open and loosen gnarled, misshapen hands,

grasping, clutching, in all weather,

pick, hoe, shovel, sledge, or hammer,

Friday Favorites — Leonard E. Nathan

Fitting to finally get back to my blog and find a poet whose input has ended but whose voice, through poetry, will never be stilled.

Impromptu Promptlings

Leonard E. Nathan

Picture courtesy of Leonard Nathan, Picture courtesy of Leonard Nathan,

Leonard E. Nathan, (November 8 1924 – June 3, 2007) was an American poet, critic, and professor emeritus of rhetoric at the University of California, Berkeley where he retired in 1991.

Among other honors, he received the National Institute of Arts and Letters prize for poetry, a Guggenheim Fellowship, the Phelan Award for Narrative Poetry, and three silver medals from the Commonwealth Club of California, including one for The Potato Eaters. His poems were also published in The New Yorker, The Atlantic, New England Review and The Georgia Review, among other publications. (From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.)


There was a woman in Ithaca
who cried softly all night
in the next room and helpless
I fell in love with her under the blanket
of snow that settled on all the roofs
of the town, filling up

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Flag Waving

Good sentiments for the Fourth of July 2015! Remembering the Independence and Freedom that a nation of immigrants fought to achieve.

Rivers Renewed

Maine and More 232

I love my country. Most of us do, unless we live under a dictatorship. We have so many freedoms here, including the freedom to worship the way we choose, or to choose not to worship at all. Regardless of where we live, our country is a part of who we are. However, I have two big concerns about the United States.

The first concern I have is prejudice. I am shocked, horrified, and disgusted. Hatred towards any group of people is wrong. I simply can’t believe that in 2015 we have such a horrible problem. Do we really have the right to criticize other nations, when we have such hatred in our own backyard?

Secondly, I am concerned about the lack of compassion here. There is simply not enough, of caring about people. I thank God for government programs to help people. Many people hate the idea of paying more…

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Plein Air Premiére

What a great way to celebrate and honor a fellow artist’s emergence from the studio into plein air. And, what a great start.

Heidi Hjort Artwork

Heidi Hjort Sunlight Sparkle. My first Plein Air painting ever.

Suddenly, everything came together for a Plein Air Premiére. Perfect weather, my painting friend Annika available and I was able to take a couple of hours off from work. Boy, have I’ve been waiting for this moment!

It is not an easy thing to do, plein air painting. I didn’t expect it to be. There are so many distractions, a viewfinder would be great. Then there is the decision making; am I aiming for a finished painting or just a study of colors and values…Well, I did like the ostrich, buried my head in the sand and picked up my brush.

The sparkle of sunlight in the water was what I wanted to paint. Value, color, composition… the actual scene before me. I was totally caught up in the moment trying to solve the problems as they came up. In a little while…

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Free from the Hate

Wow, two reposts on the same day. Both, from my perspective, addressing the same thing. The unspeakable, the thing I can’t yet find words to write about. It’s always, “Only by His mercy” when it could be by His love.

Rivers Renewed

Maine and More 496

I grew up near the corn,

a state,

where they slap you on the back,

celebrating their “whiteness”,


their superiority.

It is only by His mercy,

that I could see through,

their confederate banner waving,

monsters lived in their hearts,

while the Klan lived with the fire,

of hatred burning,

waiting for their turn,

 searching for a voice,

It is only by His mercy,

that I saw the truth of a mountain,

the peace of the woods,

His love, in creation,

and people,

cultures from around the world,

began speaking,

a young heart wandering in the desert,

to this day, I love India.

It is only by His mercy,

that I’m in my right mind,


instead of hating,

It’s only by His mercy.

Poetry and Image © Copyright 2015, nicodemasplusthree

Blessings to everyone, and peace!

“If you love nature, you will love people.”

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