66 Square Feet (Plus): One trip, two stories

Wednesday, February 25, 2009

One trip, two stories

Above: lunch on the road/the worst sardines ever.

More desert tales later today.

In the meantime you can catch up with the Frenchie's Namibian pictures and story here.

4 comments:

BeenceFebruary 25, 2009 at 10:11 AM
LOL, are you implying our stories differ? Ok, ok, there wasn't a horde of jackals attacking the tent at night, I exaggerated... ;-)
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MarieFebruary 25, 2009 at 10:16 AM
I thought that was my version? :-)
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moreidlethoughtsFebruary 25, 2009 at 7:35 PM
"worst sardines ever..."
I thought that was Estorbo's line?
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MarieFebruary 25, 2009 at 9:47 PM
I beat him to it. The sardines I give him are GREAT sardines. These were from Pick 'n Pay in SA, with scales and bones and tummies and and and....
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66 Square What?

66 Square Feet was the footprint of my first, tiny terrace in Brooklyn. The garden and the meals I made there inspired this blog and subsequent book.

In late 2013 we left Brooklyn because our landlord hiked the rent dramatically. The Frenchman, the woman and the cat moved to Harlem, and a bigger terrace. Which brings us to 66 Square Feet (Plus)...

This is a blog about gardening in tight spaces, about food and cooking over an open flame. About wine. And water. And watering...And picnics.

With pauses for foraging. And cocktail-shaking.

Afterwards in the street, she looks around the neighborhood. "Yes, it is certified now."

She refers to a phenomenon of moviegoing which I have called certification. Nowadays when a person lives somewhere, in a neighborhood, the place is not certified for him. More than likely he will live there sadly and the emptiness which is inside him will expand until it evacuates the entire neighborhood. But if he sees a movie which shows his very neighborhood, it becomes possible for him to live, for a time at least, as a person who is Somewhere and not Anywhere."

The Moviegoer, Walker Percy

"Die kierie kom uit Indonisie, gesny van 'n tak wat van jongs af omslinger was deur a wildevy se rank. Hulle het saam grootgeword, en die rank het sy spoor op die tak gelos. Daarom is die slinger ook oneweredig, en hier,"se hy, "by die punt van die kierie moes daar iets gebeur het - die slinger en die tak het inmekaar gevleg en 'n knoop gemaak. Die natuur het die kierie so gemaak."

"n Kieriemaker sou dit eweredig gedoen het," se ek.

"My kind," se meneer Boje, "vermy die reguit lyn."

Petra Muller, Koendoes