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The Roundabout
~ Ken Noyle
We ride the roundabout,
Our penny paid
By some unthanked philanthropist.
Round we go, round we go,
Merrily we hold the pole–
Rise and fall,
Drunk with the blaring calliope.
Our horse,
Our horse has flaring nostrils.
Its mane flies frozen in the wind.
Its eyes are bold, fixed straight ahead,
Its saddle gold, its tassels red,
Its gallop carved in wide midstride,
Its dappled sides quite free from sweat.
Round we ride the roundabout,
The other horses synchronized–
Some rise, some fall, some prance ahead,
Some stay behind,
And some flank us as we ride.
Faster and faster whirls the sound,
The outside blurs, we hold on tight,
But now our mind imbues our horse with life–
Its sweaty flanks now steam,
Its nostrils snort,
Its bloodshot eyes roll wildly in its head.
Now is the time
To let the reins flow through the hands
With careful sensitivity,
Or else the bit will cut our steed
And it may rear up on the pole
Which skewers it to the whirling roundabout.
We stare ahead,
But if you dare to tear away your gaze
You’ll see the giddy, whirling mass–
The maelstrom around us,
The abyss beneath the skirting board.
And, as we slow,
The spinning space become the flaking paint,
The tinsel drapes, the chintzy signs.
Now some riders must dismount
And leave the golden roundabout
And stand there helpless,
Watching as it gathers speed again,
Whirling and spinning,
The riders crouched against the wind,
Faces aglow, looking ahead,
Forgetting that they’re running in a circle,
Thinking the front lies straight ahead
And that they’re riding wild and free
Covering a thousand leagues–
And not the roundabout’s periphery.
As for me,
I’ll wait until the ride creaks to a halt
And proffer up my secret penny
And ride again.
But I’ll switch mounts,
For the horses, I’ve learned,
Are only made of wood,
But wow!
That unicorn is something else again–
I’ll ride him,
Not just round and round,
But out into the stars.

A wonderful member recently gave us a generous helping of Thai Basil they grew. Oh! Such a lovely and heady gift. The baker took one sniff and begged for Drunken Noodle (Veranda in Portland is his favorite). I’ve had this Thai dish and I like it but I’ve never made it. So, in true Rock Bottom fashion, I winged it based on a culmination of recipes I researched. It turned out great – the baker was happy, the Thai Basil was amazing, fun was had by all.
As usual, I like malleable recipes based on whatever we have on hand. We went to the Farmer’s Market in hopes of veggies to add, we found some lovely banana peppers (a lovely bouquet), fresh tomatoes, green onions, and rainbow carrots but we would have also been happy with broccolini/broccoli/raab, the tatsoi in the garden, fresh peas in or out of the pod/snow peas, any kind or color pepper. Any wide noodle will work, not necessarily just the traditional rice noodle (some recipes used linguine – that could work, but we like it as wide as possible). And we happened to have the smattering of strange sauces in our pantry (soy/amino acids, fish, & oyster) and tubes of cilantro and lemongrass (I hate the plastic aspect but I love the ease and less waste of the tube – like the genius who made metal tube tomato paste and smashed anchovies). The amount of spice is up to you, my child likes some but not a ton (but she liked mixing up the sauce). We made it with local beef tips but it would be great with any meat or tofu or no meat.
I hope this pleases you and showcases the loveliness of Thai Basil! See what happiness gifts can bring – if we all grew one thing and shared it, we’d be a community garden…
Stone Broke Drunken Noodle
Serves 4-6
For the dish:
For the Sauce:
Cook noodles according to package and set aside. Whisk sauce ingredients all together and set aside.
In a wide bottom pot or wok, heat the oil over High heat, add the Carrots and Scallions and fry for 2 minutes or until the edges of the Carrots start to get golden, add in the Peppers (or Peas or Broccoli) and Garlic and fry for 2 minutes. Then add the meat or tofu and cook until edges are crispy (for meat, you will have to move it more often to evaporate extra liquid, for tofu, let sit a little longer before stirring – using a stiff spatula). When meat is cooked to your liking 4-5 minutes, add the sauce and cook 1 minute more, stirring to combine and incorporate.
Take pan off of heat and add Basil and Tomatoes, cover and let sit 2 minutes. Then mix with Noodles, cover and let sit another 2 minutes. Stir again and serve, adding more Thai Basil, Cilantro, Green Onion, and Lime as garnish, if desired.



Our week has been a little topsy-turvy and it’s been hard to get the blog submissions on the ‘proper days’, but I don’t want to deprive you of all the news. We had a big corporate order of bagels which went swimmingly and today we have a few extra ‘surprise’ bagels, mmmmm, sourdough bagels. I spent my late teen/early adult years in NJ so bagels are important to me (ha!) and I love J’s bagels.
Today we are hosting the first Homeschool Newspaper Club (2-4pm)to brainstorm and organize. I think homeschoolers have a lot of great contacts and things they are interested in learning more about that would make great articles for the community. And I was the editor of my very ‘analog’ school newspaper back in the day (way way back) so I have some skills. Tomorrow night is Artwalk Gardiner and we will be here with Late Nite Art and ‘Scouts’ (mini baguettes in Classic and Charlie the Chocolate Bread) to try and buy until 8:30pm.
We’re updating the website so check us out there for new and exciting articulations of what, how, and why we do what we do.
The homestead, our starting point and hub, is flush with apples. We’ll be pressing apples soon, picking blackberries, and hopefully drying the last batches of herbs for Winter teas. We’ll be getting the Seed Swap drawers back up at the store by the Autumnal Equinox (and hopefully getting to the Common Ground Fair), and the seed catalogs out for drooling and dreaming.
I’m just going to enjoy my few but lovely flowers peeking out on the sunny days.























I think the last recipe was a Summer stew of some sort, for which I apologize (ish). Both because summer and stew don’t seem like good friends (a point we would obviously argue), and because, well, I already did that — but in my defense, you don’t really want to hear about the millions of salads we have been eating. They aren’t super exciting to share, but are very satisfying, fresh, and summery: every week seems to bring new ingredients to the salad — we started off with greens, shoots, and radish now moving into greens with cukes and tomatoes, and I know there are golden beets in today’s CSA for which I had salad plans…and with the plethora of ridiculously delicious Fiore oils and vinegars, a little Pumpkin Vine Valley goat feta, and some toasted pumpkin or sunflower seeds, we are in salad heaven, sometimes with a piece of local meat, fish, eggs, or a smattering of chick peas, and a slice of sourdough bread, dinner has been pretty easy peasy.
Though on our day off (Wednesday), we’ve been trying to make something more involved. Recently we had folks over and did a lovely saffron turkey over the firepit with the end of last years frozen nightshades for a fire-roasted ratatouille, it was all divine. Last week we had responsibly sourced bone-in pork chops (there was a time when D would only eat meat ‘on the bone’) with jasmine, brown, and manoomin rice (thank you, Forager’s Harvest! They hand-harvest this wild rice in canoes with the Indigenous folk, and dry it over the fire. All from Wisconsin and Minnesota lakes and rivers — it is so rich and fortifying), and salad. But most of the time we eat pretty simply, summer classics (hippie hotdogs & fries, homemade pizza, stir fry) or we snack for dinner (some nights we work too late to think about dinner — Soulemama taught me long ago that it’s ok if it’s popcorn for dinner once in awhile).
This summer stew hit all the right notes for us since we’ve been dreaming of New Mexico again. J & I (pre-D) loved it out there (we lived South for awhile, came back East and tried the Northern part of the state which worked out a lot better for us…sorry, Billy the Kid). We loved the food, the air, the people, the sky, the river, the birds…and in both places, the chilis…oh, those green chilis…J loved all the family dishes — pozole, frito pie, menudo (‘stomach stew’ made with tripe), whereas I’m a tamale/chili rellenos kind of gal (though there was a breakfast place that made fresh biscuits with green chili gravy that was out of this world). I struggled with pozole as it can be served a little bland and then you add all your ‘things’ to make it rich (and I was always a little thrown by firm hominy, I don’t like it too firm or too soft), additives like salsa verde (or rojo, you can xmas it up, too!), queso fresco or other cheese, lime, onion, cilantro, avocado, lettuce, radish, jalapeno, pepitas, tortillas or sopaipillas, etc. Typically, it is a slow simmered pork stock with hominy.
I tried to make it last year for J and it was ok, it didn’t thrill me but I could see the potential. This week, I decided to use the semi-cooked frozen hominy I saved and try again, with chicken, beans, tomatillos, and poblanos. I found a couple of great ‘starter’ recipes, landing on a lovely combination that tickled our Taos fancy. This is a keeper. You can still go that one step further and make sopaipillas or fry-bread, or eat with tortilla chips, or soft flour tortillas, whatever you wish. I can tell you that we had extra Parmesan sourdough, and oh, darn, we had to eat it up with this…it’s a rough life.
Pozole con Pollo
Serves 6-8
Ingredients:
Instructions:
Enjoy! It’s both fresh tasting and filling. Hominy-success!



{life with a curious and crazy officially 13 yr old}
These days it’s either work or the pool (best pandemic purchase ever! it’s not a big blow up pool but all three of us can be in it and she can still swim-dance/splash around) for this gal. On Tuesdays she’s known to be on her skates, in the shop, on delivery, at the Farmer’s Market — it’s become a signature of hers (as well as her ‘layered’ fashion sense). And at home she’s been cutting out retro Retro paper dolls (even their retro is retro now), upcycling (cleaning, repainting, and making wrapping paper) gifts, embroidering and sewing, reading, and putting on shadow stick-puppet shows. We came home to snacks, our coffee chairs in front of the table (like a theater), and were welcomed with a cardboard remote to change the puppet tv channels (hilarious – Chanel 4, Old Ladys Shop, This Bird, and others).
She’s a funny one.







I am sad to say that there are still flower seedlings waiting to get into the garden. Those poor little potbound babies, looking longingly at the ground. If it’s not raining this Wednesday (our only day closed) I will do my best and get them into flower boxes. Meanwhile, the garden is looking scraggly but alive (it would like some sun, please!). The peppers, tomatoes, cukes, eggplants, tatsoi, and purple pak choi are thriving amidst the dahlia, zinnia, and companion plants of marigold, calendula, basil, sage, thyme, and sunflowers! The beans are climbing next to the blooming sweet peas, their footroom shared with chamomile and pansy.
We planted tansy in the fruit beds (where our Fall raspberries grow, the rhubarb awaits to be replanted, and where we usually-but-not-this-year plant ground cherry) and it is nearly 6 foot tall!! I have never seen it that tall – it was meant to be a lovely little dye plant/companion to the fruit beds but is taking over like a tree!!
Back at the shop, we’ve been putting on many readings and events – this week we’re part of a Lit Crawl! Starting at the adorable plant and lifestyle shop, Pistil & Page, at the end of the block at 5pm, you can see Gillian Burnes and Meghan Sterling be plant inspired, and then head up the block to our space for poetry with Claire Millikin and Katherine Hagopian Berry! It should be a lot of fun! Most of these lovely writers come out of Agnes Bushell’s Portland, ME publishing company Littoral Books. We love carrying their titles here!
The bread has been looking exceptionally gorgeous lately – this baker has worked out most of the new oven kinks. We’ve been making some lovely partnerships with the local Andrews Farm (check out their new farmstand in Gardiner! we’ve been getting their CSA for years now and it’s marvelous! You can find them at the Augusta Mill Park Farmer’s Market on Tuesday afternoons, too), Sweet Monkey Business – shortbreads and granola out of Belfast, ME (we can barely keep them in stock!), and Gremlin Workshops – handhewn and designed cutting boards, lathe turned wooden bowls (gorgeous! Veteran owned). We’re looking forward to making more community connections.
Come see us!















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5 Quotes from Books at Hand (a peek at what I do when I’m not at the store):
“The post-anthropocentric ethics of expanded obligations becomes a way of taking responsibility, by the human, for various sorts of thickenings of the universe, across different scales, and of responding to the tangled mesh of everyday connections and relations.” (Joanna Zylinska, Minimal Ethics for the Anthropocene)
“Buddhism is about cutting through delusion. I think most of us imagine that delusion is caused by forces outside of our control. We’re ‘educated’ by a society that doesn’t even understand itself. So how can we help but be deluded?” (Brad Warner, Don’t Be a Jerk: And Other Practical Advice from Dogen, Japan’s Greatest Zen Master)
“This fair homestead has fallen to us, and how little have we done to improve it, how little have we cleared and hedged and ditched! We are too inclined to go hence to a ‘better land’, without lifting a finger, as our farmers are moving to the Ohio soil; but would it not be more heroic and faithful to till and redeem this New England soil of the world?” (H.D. Thoreau, Essays: A Fully Annotated Edition, Ed. J.S. Cramer)
“We live in a world of tricksters. How we conduct ourselves in this world, the ethics of the trickster world, has to do with respecting that subjunctive, hesitant, might-be quality. It has to do with attunement.” (Timothy Morton, All Art is Ecological)
“All of us here have fought to defend our right to complexity in a society that demands we compress the totality of being into feminine woman. Unless that category is a comfortable choice, it becomes a suffocating compartment.” (Leslie Feinberg, TransLiberation: beyond pink or blue)



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