Yummy Wakame

Twenty ate 27 for breakfast today, on this day, the anniversary of the much celebrated birth of Nathan Swartz, my only love-interest. It’s the number of times two yin and yanging fish have spun round, chasing each others tails giddily on the eternal persuit of happiness. It’s the age I was when I fell heart first in love with him, and co-incidentally found myself, when I thought I had it already figured out. It’s also the exact amount of days we’ve been sleeping uncomfy on couches and strange beds alone, all because there is a rudely placed ocean in the way which won’t let me swim across it! Happily for me I’m already on day 25 of this journey with only three more excited sleeps to go.

Happiest of Birthdaetenweekens my lovliest. I cannot wait to come home to you!

And PSsst: your prezzie is cleverly hidden in plain-wrapped sight on my desk. X

I have a small obsession with treehouses, and would love to one day live out in the thick woods with Nathan, building, sewing and painting our own treehome together. What a great place to escape to for a few weeks or months at a time, growing our own food, snuggling around fires and mostly just getting a break from the outside world and reality for a while.

Look at this amazing little treehouse!

This one was built by Buster Simpson when he joined the Pilchuck Glass School in Bryant, WA. Part of the curriculum required students to fashion their own housing on the school grounds, back when the school opened in 1971. Many of the houses have survived the years, including this one, and are still lived in by students.

The treehouse is built atop a fat cedar stump in the forest — a picturesque walk from the school across a log bridge that lies over a brook. He used leftover materials to build it, including lots of old windows used maily for walls, so I’d imagine it would be a very chilly home in Winter… but imagine waking up early every morning to the smells of cedar and with all that light streaming in on all sides…

These pictures, along with the full story of this treehouse and other inspiring tree abodes can be found in the book Treehouses by Peter Nelson. Photographs by Paul Rocheleau.

Love it!

* cat proximity

At this eatery customers are invited to barter and pay what they think the meal is worth.

One World Cafe makes up its menu daily based on what’s fresh and in season, and lets customers pay what they think the meal is worth or what they can afford. Instead of getting a bill, customers drop their money in a large wooden box, where owner Denise Cerreta has taped a sign with her goal to serve all organic food, to eliminate world hunger and wasted food, to feed all members of the community, and to trust people to be honest. If people can’t pay for their meal, they can work for it. Some of the food is organically grown in a donated garden plot.

Our philosophy is that everyone, regardless of economic status, deserves the chance to eat healthy, organic food while being treated with dignity.

~ Brad Birky

Based on her success, Cerreta is setting up a nonprofit foundation with a goal to put a similar eatery in other cities.

Supposedly we’re the only ones in the country doing something like this, and my hope is it will catch on. Part of the reason I’m on the planet is to eliminate world hunger.

It’s an exchange, a hand-up. A hand-out is not what I’m about.

One World Cafe, 41 S. 300 East
Hours: daily, 8:30 a.m. to 8 p.m.;
Prices: Fair value: diners pay what they feel is appropriate;
There are no menus. Denise Cerreta and crew fix something different everyday, including vegetarian and vegan offerings, then serve up only what you want, and in the portions you request. As you leave, pay what you feel your meal was worth — or a little more to help make sure everyone can eat.